The library is shut, the windows are open. The shelves are lined with dirt and grime.
The pages stick together, once you peel back the cover you’ve still no idea what the text was supposed to tell you.
Was it there for you at all? Did these tomes...

Abe let me start by saying i'm broken hearted as i wrote something out earlier today and added to it tonight but when i hit publish it said page expired and i lost all my work :(

The answer of course, is to steal! To read as much as I can...

I'm not going to write a story today, he said, opening another beer. I'm going to break something.
I'm going to take something I've taken for granted, and grant it its final reprieve. Break my pens, snap them over a fire and let the ink dot the embers a...

Hate was spun with a twist of one's own fate, Grandma Borman always said, for she knew in her heart that the worst of us came out in the calmest of winds, not in terrible storms.
With a twist of her good hip, she propelled herself off of the...

Rain is nature's mood lighting, fitting as easily a twist of laughter as a pane of tears falling to meet its element on the wet earth below.
Rain is nature's drunken gaze, when the streetlights and lamp posts bleed their colors onto the grounds and walls before you, and you know...

As he tightened his grip, the ticket in his palm crumpled into a bowtie as his eyes again pored over the message on his phone. A dismal frustration clouded him, everywhere and nowhere at once. He glanced at his watch again, then back at the clock on his phone, as...

Dew is always the first sight of fall. It invades the summer morning with its charismatic veneer, softening your mind to the ideas of crisp, cool winds and quieter sunlight.
When we were younger we saw the signs more prevalently, more often, on the path to school, trudging through the wet...

"I think it was this door last time."
They found an open classroom with all lights on inside, which would have spooked them out had it not been for the custodian they'd befriended a few weeks earlier while outside the hall smoking a blunt. He'd mentioned the fact that...

It's beautiful out there, it really is. Green fields full of harvest, open country roads, sandy dunes, and an entire border of blue-green waters that make up Lake Michigan.
I always come back from those trips with a question I can't shake, like feeling a need to stretch from...

Suburbia! In the heart of it today, of a sort. A suburban oasis between a lake and a farm place. Western Michigan, pride of our state, in part, and of my father.
The neighborhood reminds me of one I’d known from my childhood - wide streets, pond in center...