the Same: Tell me about your journey to becoming a writer. You are a doctor! How did you move from medicine to writing? Kimmery Martin: I am, first and foremost, a reader. In the back of my mind, I always had a secret desire to try writing and one day I just sat down and…
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Issue 11.5 – Nonfiction
The first thing I always thought about was the adventure I would have in the forest. It was back in the early 2000’s when I used to play on the fields of my father’s farm in Pennsylvania. I can recall it vividly. There was nothing but a vast open space of green. A wide pond…
Issue 11.5 – Poetry
I was in my fifties When I finally figured out That it is OK to break off A bigger piece of the communion cracker. A piece that’s actually big enough to chew Instead of nibble between my front teeth. The older I get, the bigger the piece I break off. And I have to…
Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 1
The sunlight streamed through the trees, all but devoid of leaves, with only a few determined stragglers battling the brisk wind. Josiah Jackson pulled his cap off his head and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Even though it was chilly outside, sweat had plastered his thick, auburn hair to his forehead….
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 11 – Conclusion
William . . . William . . . “William” Something was breaking through his dream of tiny caskets and crying women. A voice from his past, pounding in his head. The memories it stirred were all too real, and they were forcing themselves into his waking thoughts. David had died in his sleep a few…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 10
On each subsequent visit, Rose appealed to William for something new. At first, her requests were simple and seemingly harmless. A Walkman to listen to music. His sticker album filled with scratch-and-sniff stickers. She loved the bubblegum scent, but wrinkled her nose comically at the smell of skunk. He even smuggled a bottle of Sylvie’s…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 9
Thunder clapped overhead and William jumped in his seat. The rain was relentless, falling heavily on the windshield in torrents. The wipers were practically useless. He sat forward over the steering wheel, gripping the leather until his knuckles turned white. The rational part of his brain yelled at him to pull over until the rain…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 8
“Someone’s been after Malcolm Eckert’s flowers.” William’s grandmother said that night as she laid the table for supper. He was sitting in the parlor armchair, listening to his grandmother’s radio, missing the television sitcoms he watched during the school year. At his grandmother’s words, he lifted his head sharply, then lowered it again when she…
Serial – Through A Mirror Clear – Ch 7
“I want you to take this.” William sat in the armchair beside Sylvie’s bed. He’d helped her from her wheelchair and pulled the curtains closed to block the glare of the setting sun. Her room was filled with knick knacks and trinkets she’d brought with her from home. Some of the paintings he remembered from…
Flash Fiction – The Funeral
“The Funeral” first appeared in The Avalon Literary Review‘s Spring 2016 Issue. I watch the funeral from the apple tree. Stupid kids. Their stupid mouse died and they have a stupid funeral. Their stupid mom gave them an old shoebox to bury it in. She’s so dumb. Like anyone really cares about a stupid, little…
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