Paper Moons
I spent an hour last night with my hand on her heart, feeling it feebly bump, telling me it was probably time. She’d grown …
I spent an hour last night with my hand on her heart, feeling it feebly bump, telling me it was probably time. She’d grown …
When I started this blog, I wanted to write more. That was seven years, 529 posts, and over 1.2 million words ago (yes, I …
“We’re in no rush,” I said. We weren’t, but the cab driver still warped his minivan into the traffic jam with uncomfortably tight weft. …
Chicago, Illinois – Even though the owner’s native language is arguably the most malleable and creative in all spoken linguistic history, a new startup …
On Monday night, I responded to this tweet: Shill — Oliver Gray (@OliverJGray) July 4, 2017 Having swapped silly banter with Beerbecue on Twitter …
My mom sits in the dwindling light of the evening, cradling my daughter in her arms. She’s sideways in an over-sized chair, head down, …
“Get some craft brewers together, and they’ll tell you that if we continue down this path, we may be witnessing the beginning of the …
The screwdriver slips from its slotted perch. My knuckles rasp against the mangled folds of an old radiator. As drops of fresh, red blood …
I startle awake to the sound of a grunt and a meek cry. I drape my arm over the side of the bed to …