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It’s not dark enough for me to draw my own blood

Now, here, the silence is broken by a cawing that’s not a bird nor a crow, but an owl. The owl flies directly into the headlights. I see him, a large yellow eyed bird...

Dale and I were going to be the only people in our group that day

I was going to be the only visitor to the rest and eat area of President James K. Polk Memorial Rest Area. So far, only a few of us had been allowed into the...

The snow was still falling, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been the day before, when he’d left home

He saw a couple of small caves in the rocks, hidden along the backside of the hill. This could work. At the cave entrance, he pulled out one of his little magics and scanned...

I’m alone

I’m alone. But not in my body. I still exist, but have been disconnected. I think the mind that is still connected with my body is called my consciousness. Isolation is a strange state....

I’m in a desert

I’m in a desert. The desert is where my life is. I breathe in, inhale it; take in all that is within my reach as a sandbag of senses, ears, and eyes search out...

It has been a week of intense protests and boycotts in Washington DC

The first stop on this morning's agenda, as it has been throughout the week, was the President James K. Polk Memorial Rest Area. On March 14th, 1901, Polk suffered such a devastating loss at...

I’m writing a story about a scientist who is fascinated by time travel

I stand there, a stranger in a stranger’s world, and it occurs to me that of all the places on Earth where the world meets the earth, it is perhaps the only place that...

In our series of letters from African journalists, film-maker and columnist Nkosazana Dlamini-Zuma reflects on her experiences covering the conflict in South Sudan

Suddenly, a figure comes walking from the desert between me and the mountains. I know without looking that it’s a human on its back. The figure turns; its face is half hidden in the...

I’m going to be leaving soon

Evey has no interest in her schoolwork. She likes to be in the yard feeding the cats. If she isn’t doing anything else, she is looking at me. I know she just wants to...

I’m sitting here in front of my garden, and two women come up to me

“I’m sorry, but you’re the ones that are sorry,” I say to them. “No, you’re sorry,” they say. “You’re the ones that are sorry. You thought your poor Rick was a real jerk, and...

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It’s not dark enough for me to draw my own blood

Now, here, the silence is broken by a cawing that’s not a bird nor a crow, but an owl. The owl flies directly into the headlights. I see him, a large yellow eyed bird...

My sister was killed in a drunk driving accident

Walking to the beach with my umbrella still on top, I watched the water rippling on the rocky shore and thought to myself…I don’t belong here. I don’t fit in. I want to go...

Three hours pass and the phone rings again

Three hours passes and the phone rings again. A couple of rings. He opens his eyes and smiles at the caller ID. He glances at his watch. 5:46. He looks up and sighs, shaking...