When Catharine was a child, her parents told stories. Some were written in books, others…
Category: Personal Essay
Non-fictional writing of a personal nature.
Vaja has crossed the water alone after burying Tahna under darkness, debarking at sunrise below…
You were a fool but then youth is wasted on the young. Suppose I could…
I am a spoon in a laminate pressboard drawer, my pitted bowl heavenward to the…
I’ve come for socks and I am leaving with a glass vase that I don’t…
People are cunning and determined and focused. As you read these words, people are busy…
Brahms was a perfectionist so overwhelmed by Beethoven’s influence that it took him twenty-one years…
From the somewhere beyond a pedicel has pricked the baseboard and attached itself to the…
Everywhere I go, I see them. I am talking about the celebrities. The day arrived…
My brain was on a loop, forever reprocessing the same irrational thought, so I slept…
WAYNE K. SPEAR 