Mother Memory, by Sara Spring Watching: PGA, 39th Annual Ryder Cup Drinking: Coca Cola Setting: I am wearing blue and white stripped cotton pajama bottoms, a black spaghetti strapped shirt and … Continue reading →
Fall River, by Sara Spring Walking away from the cashier and out the door I looked around the dusty gas station. Taking a cigarette from my new pack, I put … Continue reading →
Bloom by Sara Spring What have you been doing all day? I haven’t been doing anything at all, I answered myself. The inner musings in my head began to churn … Continue reading →
What is my story? Well, it began when I was young and then I grew up but that doesn’t really fill in the gaps of my life, now does it? … Continue reading →
The Cleaning Person who cleans my office; When I arrive in the morning to a clean office, I say a little thank you in my heart to all of those … Continue reading →
Dear Editor, The bar at Mc Quinty’s has always been dimly lit, and these days when I hear a sound that I don’t know I get uneasy and shift in … Continue reading →
Prologue There’s an annual event held in the small town of Ventura in which the residents of the town step out onto their front porch and look towards to the … Continue reading →