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Thursday, December 1, 2022

Buttonwillow

It was well past nine when the last train let him off at the downtown station. Ray was the first to disembark, and as he trudged toward the staircase leading over the platforms to...

Written Voice

I’ve fallen in love with writing. The rhythmic tapping of keys, The faint scribbling of a pen, The sound of an eraser taking away the mistakes that were born to become masterpieces.   It gave me a voice. One that...

Working for Friends

Beneath the solar panel shades of a Coffee Bean table sat Herm, finishing as much homework a student could an hour before the deadline. Wind chilling his fingers, Habit fries to his left, Coffee...