With school in full swing, creative writing has taken a back seat outside class. However, readings about illness narratives have...

Creative pursuits are a practice, and you have to show up for them or they won’t show up for you. Last month, I made sure to answer a...

My flash fiction piece “Wellspring Wandering” was published by Bait/Switch, which is a unique journal because it is intensely...

Her knee jiggles. Incessant anxious energy has made its home in her veins, moving through her as steadily as blood. Today, though, the...

For Paul Farmer: You lived a life full of good works. Though you now rest, your work lives. Thank you. The young man who lives above the...

This is an old piece I always thought of doing something with. Looking back at it now, I’m happy to let it be. It’s been such a long time...

In the attic there lives a ghoul. His name is Frank. He is not loud. He does not take up much space. He does not eat food. If you didn’t...

In Salem, there are a lot of doors. There are a lot of doors to be seen and a lot of doors to be seen by the right pairs of eyes. Not...

Madelyn sets the crossword to the side. None of the answers are right, but she still managed to make everything fit. Making yourself...

Madelyn finishes The Plain Dealer’s daily crossword puzzle in thirty minutes flat. She gets up from the kitchen table for a second cup of...

Until I was about eight, I thought my grandpa was a Spaniard. This may have had something to do with him looking a lot like Antonio...

We aren’t ready. When Sebastian holds the door, and the sky blinks into blackness, we aren’t ready. When everyone is left standing in the...

Writing in the middle of a pandemic is hard. Everything is hard. But I assure you that I am working, or at least trying to work. This is...

Whenever I finish a project, I feel empty. It’s not a scooped out feeling, it’s more of a “I’m not here” feeling. It’s like existing in a...

My father always told me to look to the stars to find my way home. That was true a long time ago, when he was younger, before the...

There is smoke. It has grown thicker over the last hour, invading my lungs and stinging my eyes. I take another hit and begin to cough....

Dez is not a morning person. I remind myself of the fact when I feel the urge to ruffle his hair. His snapping turtle role isn’t worth a...

For months and months and months I’ve tried to get my shitty short stories published. They haven’t been (because they’re shitty,...

After 6 months of hand-wringing, my thesis adviser finally finished my draft. And guess what? It was as bad as I thought it was going to...