Watch the Gap by Lance Manion
There are not a great number of things I enjoy more than riding on a train. Sitting there in comfort, being silently whisked through rural (think pastoral,) subuarban (think strip malls) and urban (think...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Aug 31, 2019 | Flash Fiction |
There are not a great number of things I enjoy more than riding on a train. Sitting there in comfort, being silently whisked through rural (think pastoral,) subuarban (think strip malls) and urban (think...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Aug 31, 2019 | Flash Fiction |
Joseph came here every morning, but he had never seen the hawk. Other clients had told him about it, but he had never seen it for himself. He was smoking a cigarette, waiting for his weekly therapist’s...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Aug 31, 2019 | Poetry |
Both the Dream and Nightmare My uncle’s suicide opened my eyes which made me realize I did not really want to die, I just wanted the pain inside carved out; did not want to feel such a tempest of rage and sadness— I feel...
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Under the Influence of Depression: Group Meetings We signed a confidentiality agreement, so, if you think you know us you really don’t! Regulating, medicating, and suffocating You said, “I’m depressed.” How...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Aug 31, 2019 | Poetry |
Pumpkin Carving My lover looks expectant, I think he should throw out the knife stowed in the wastebasket, broken over pumpkin carving. I wonder if pulling orange seeds is like pulling intestines from...
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