By Ally Wall I sat on the edge of a dock. Cool spring air floated across the water. The stars twinkled above me and kept my mind from the swirling darkness in my heart. In this moment I forgave myself. For the fists left in…Read More
Resolution and Independence
By Phil Grech |Â email@example.com
I came home on a rather warm first day of spring, opened the fridge, and poured a glass of water from my Brita water filter. Â I put the water back in the fridge, but my reckless, Dionysian passions do not always allow me to place the water back in the fridge gently. Sometimes I thrust it back in the fridge as though I were doing it against the water’s will. As a result, water spills on the floor of the fridge and I get around every year or so to wiping it up.