In Fort Myers, the weather doesn’t change much. Despite this, my grandmother will always tell you about the sun, how it chars your skin red …
Morbid Metamorphosis by Alyssa May Trifone
My first encounter with death was the two raccoons stiff on the side of the road. Kayla and I brought flowers to them. When she …
While Driving to the Open Mic by Alyssa May Trifone
I consider turning down every street except the one the open mic is actually on. The most inviting streets are cul de sacs (easy to …