Mount Rose Wood by Vincent Salvati
Patrolman DiNizzio sat in his car next to the pay phone, as he did most nights, discussing his...
Read MorePatrolman DiNizzio sat in his car next to the pay phone, as he did most nights, discussing his...
Read MoreAt twilight, the fishes are retreating To the distant depth, like an ocean They are sure of...
Read MoreThere are many different yous. A multitude matching your philosophy. I am drawn in first by the...
Read MoreThe sun’s pale reflection on the stillness of the mist-laden water was cut, unfolded,...
Read MoreFor hours, Edgar Polrattle, known to fellow classmates and crueler town-folk as the Lizard Boy,...
Read MoreThe dead numbered in the hundreds. The current count loomed in red on a large interchangeable sign...
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