When I heard Dr. Christine Blasey Ford’s opening statement, what struck me, as it struck so many people, was her recollection of the laughter of two teenage boys—their uproarious …
The Window by Julia Nunnally Duncan
Her chair was placed by the window so she could face the outside though there was nothing much to see but the yard, a tree, …
Clean Kitchen by Z’monii G. Davis
Piece by piece. Shatter, creak, crisp air, winter breeze, bloody cheeks, battered hands. Wind swept hair, porcelain filled with sky droplet, breathe in clean. Sweep …
A Glimpse into a Window of My Soul by Helen Sparrow
The glass shatters with a painful Nerve-jangling, ear-splitting crack Lethal shards skitter across the floor like bugs And catch the light a few hundred ways. …