Grout
January 26, 2015Flash Nonfiction by Mary Collins
I minded the gaps. All you claimed you’d lost and no longer had to give me.
I minded the gaps. All you claimed you’d lost and no longer had to give me.
I hate top ten lists. I mean seriously, it’s been done before.
Her husband is not concerned about the cumulonimbus pushing our way.
In the stillness of morning’s ascent/snow falls upon the trees
Your security questions make me feel insecure.
There’s a whole lot of confusion about the difference between an essay and a personal narrative.
When people say art matters, it’s because they've been moved to act more compassionately in the world.