His mother didn’t want him in her basement at age 35, watching Cartoon Network and eating microwave nachos.
Ziggy looked around at this big wide world, and he just walked away. I let him go.
Patricia Crisafulli
The Sounds of Snow
I made a deliberate attempt to listen past my own noise, to discern each sound of snow.
Essay by
Patricia Crisafulli
Lucy Mae
“Lucy Mae, the stars shine for you, and the night sky is as endless as my love. I’ll be home soon. I never break a promise.”
Short story by
Eliza Briskey
Java Jake
Fiction by
Patricia Crisafulli
Lillian always said she saw something in him; “I know what you can become.”