Poems
Maligned Raven The raven, like a peacock strutting , his gleaming feathers and wings displayed in hopes of finally being noticed. Not...
The Applicant
When the door opened, every face in the room lifted from his or her various distractions: cell phones, magazines, and nervously twisting...
Crying Wolf
“Gladys, have you seen my keys? We’re going to be late to the rally!” Susan frantically dumped her purse out on the sofa. Lip balm, loose...