Does the rain know where it’s heading? Does it have a compass, a pocket-sized atlas, or even a GPS? Does rain ever stop, or does it, like Shane, keep moving onward, never settling down, following the call of the open road, the next adventure, the unreachable horizon? Continue reading →

The prompt: Choose 2 words at random from the dictionary. Use the first word as the first word of your piece, and the second word as the last word of your piece. Our words: mangle and tootsie. Continue reading →

The prompt: write a formal letter of complaint to your deepest, darkest fear. Continue reading →