Short Story Saturday: Chase’s Mommy

The rain falls hard. Harder than I have ever felt before. Or maybe it’s because I have never stood out in the rain without an umbrella before. Raindrops pound against my head, feels like golf ball-sized hail stones making impressions into my skull.             “Come out of the rain, Ashley.” Voices implore around me.            … Read More

Poetexts: Old San Juan

I sit under a bench in the shade Old San Juan is where I spend most of the day Listening to parched leaves scrape against the cobblestone Birds chirping their happiness as bread crumbs fall against their beaks In the distance, a few benches away, I feel your presence I feel your eyes on me… Read More