November 21, 2023Published by Richard Stimac at November 21, 2023Categories FictionSmoke“Careful,” she said and held him back. “When I was young, on a summer evening like this, there were hundreds of fireflies. It was like we were walking among the stars. There aren’t so many now.”
March 1, 2023Published by Alex M. Frankel at March 1, 2023Categories PoetrySputter of Acclaim [You] assumed for sure you were one day going to wear a crown, reigning puffed-up, beloved…