I spent the majority of my childhood living with my mother and my three siblings. My mother was a single parent to us, so my family experienced our fair share of the ups and downs that come along with a lack of resources due to a single income.
I knew everything there was to know about that place. We practically lived there.
When I was thirteen years old, at the insistence of my stepfather, my mother made a pie such that I’d never heard of and was determined...
I met my husband in ninth grade. The week we met he told me he was going to marry me. Ten years later, we walked down the aisle. The year...
Elbows scratch – my position is locked.
At my level I spy boots, sand, tuft grass.
“Two dollars or I’m walking,” the old man said.
Rearrange and Parley want to hear your stories about food!
To celebrate and remember our military on Veteran's Day, Parley and Rearrange are hosting a writing contest this fall for PPCC students in...
Moon receive me,
Though the sun touched me with love.
“Do you ever have an original thought, ever?” His voice was loud and I imagined the look on her face as I listened outside of their...
She could see it, James and Lily playing, running around the backyard like a pair of best friends, separated and now finally back together....
Dry, heat, wind, sand, scouring
Sun-blinded we stand
When the leaves flee their branches, and the smell of wood smoke begins to travel on a cold north wind, you become acutely aware of the...
In the midst of a blistering slum, Kamala pulls the threadbare sheet to the side.
We paint this picture
My family lived in a small brick and stucco house just minutes from the Mississippi River front and downtown Memphis. Our community was...
My country, 'tis of thee
I scream to those
who pass me by.
the bus is always late this time of day.
A valley, absent of people, divides bodies of water. Directing my feet east, a chimney stands, a widow from its home. Sanctuary embraced,...
My mother pricks her finger. Dinner’s almost
ready—halftime, our team losing again,
and now her rosemary potatoes will be our...
“Things like that never happen to people like us” is the belief I cling to in the face of trouble, adversity, or any situation that...
Dean Carol Jonas-Morrison's email to family during the Waldo Fire.
One of the earliest experiences with writing that I can remember is writing my name. I remember because in second grade every time I’d...
"I propose that videogames are not mindless violence-celebrating garbage but in fact a fully-fledged art form."
From the moment he met her, Arthur Davies began having second thoughts about online dating.
Time has stopped moving. I mean, it feels like it has.
Poem for a beloved daughter.
Edward Francis Witherspoon spent the last three minutes of his life -- and a good deal of his death -- in a casket of his own design, as...
Then the duck paintings sold,
and the gun safe, the cheap dishes
and the Rubbermaid bin I found
his journals stacked inside.