Story Slam-Off

There’s a fantastic event in our city called “Story Slam”.
Participants come up to a mike and have five minutes to tell a story. It must be an original story. Judges randomly picked from the audience rate the story from 1 to 10. A final score is given based on the total of the three middle [...]

Interpreting Potlucks

“Ma, what is this?” I winced at the sharpness in my tone. I shouldn’t be raising my voice to my mother on the day Jesus rose from the dead.
“What do you mean?”
“What is this? What have you cooked here?”
“You know, the usual. Gravy, peas – ”
“Mom, I thought we discussed this. Tonight is potluck. We [...]

freedom

her dark lashes wet
with hiccuping
breaths
grief in every syllable
dauntless in her display
they’re lost
she cried
my ribbons
we moved about the kitchen
with sympathy and promises
assured she would forget
amidst the colored pencils
we rinsed the dishes
and swept the floor
concealed
our envy for
the salty drops
beholden to none
no obligation to hope
no duty to common sense
to weep as
when you were four