Dust emerged and swirled around like a dirty cloud that wasn't lovely enough for the azure sky. That car sped by, throwing gravel everywhere. We don't see many automobiles at the end of Mellon road. M...

In the eighties, everything was extravagant. Big hair and makeup to shoulder pads; it was all INXS (see what I did there.) Ninth grade was an uncomfortable in-between sort of a stage. I'd left the cra...

I'm another guy buying a cheap bouquet from Kroger wrapped in clear plastic with a ten-dollar price tag to anyone who happens to be spying on me. To her, to Ali, it's more. Her glow is intoxicatingly...

Tonto sails through the air, landing in a Buckeye tree before it could plummet back to earth. "Dang it," I yelled out loud while looking over at The Lone Ranger. The poor guy was already missing his m...

It was one year before the big graduation day. A gallon of gas was .91 cents, and I couldn't stop listening to Guns N' Roses. Big hair was in; speaking of big hair, I could afford to see Big twice at ...

Ker-Snap! A giant Catawba leaf shoots toward the sky and gently floats downward, just missing my dusty tennis shoes. My trusty red bandana is always the weapon of choice whenever fighting off giants o...

We were at the end of the road, the last of a dying breed. Nine had come before us, but none would go after. We closed the chapter on a decade of big hair, neon, and mullets. We knew every single word...

When I write a story, fiction or nonfiction, it's more than a few words sprinkled onto paper. I'm leaving something behind. I'm speaking to family members hundreds of years into the future that I'll n...

Would anyone be interested in submitting work for my podcast/indie radio station? I feature indie musicians on WOBA Radio, but I'm totally open to great stories and poems. I have many of my own in ro...

I'm not sure who needs to hear this, but I wanted to say it. It could just be for myself, I don't know. If you are creative and enjoy your work, whatever it may be, keep it up. Life is about more than...

I've only been on the platform for a few days. I'm obviously older than most of the people I have seen posting. I'm missing the connection :( I don't believe very many of you want to read material by...

Long before iPhones, Playstations, and Facebook, we had no choice but to play outside. I had this old rusty sled passed down from my brother and sister or maybe one of my cousins. It was a cast-iron b...

I can remember three things about 1980. Some guy named John Lennon was shot to death, and Mom took me to see The Empire Strikes Back. The third memory was seeing Dad for the last time. He had passed a...

I watched you walk alone at the park You never saw me, but I felt the spark