Letting Life Lead
Shift over! Catch that bus! Two telephone workers–one fresh in his twenties–on the job. My nineteen-year-old stomach flitters, my change falls, he picks up the rollers. Was that smile a signal? I think not and walk a mile of regret.
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
Chronicles of a White Trash Hoe's Attempt to Climb the Social Ladder
Learn to Live
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
Illustrated Short Stories
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.