Flash Fiction: Bootleg

It was late and the waning moon was high in the clouds as the Hearse rolled into town. The truck’s headlights sliced through the fog. Thomas wiped his brow with the red pocket square plucked from his suit jacket. He was close. It was just then that a man strode down the center of theContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Bootleg”

What Langston Hughes Taught Me About The Music of Language

I’ll never forget the first time I read a poem written by Langston Hughes. I was 16, taking a creative writing class at my high school and struggling to make it through the poetry unit of the course. I couldn’t write a decent poem to save my grade and every poem I read seemed moreContinue reading “What Langston Hughes Taught Me About The Music of Language”