by Ward | Nov 26, 2024 | Poetry, Writing
one black, one whiteone Father, one Dadwon’t tell you who’s whoheard Dad earlier teachinghis son to shoot hoopsFather arrived a while agonow, they’re playing two on onetalking about how you movethe strategy of your body and theirshow you protect the ballthen just...
by Ward | Nov 7, 2024 | Prose, Writing
Shrike had caught Finch by the neck and was flying around looking for a thorn to impale him on. “Can I ask a question?” said Finch. “Shoot,” said Shrike. “Well, first, you’re supposed to drop me when you talk.” “Why’s that?” “That’s what happens in the fable of the...
by Ward | Nov 7, 2024 | Prose, Writing
Little Hen was scratching in the front yard when she found an empty paper bag lying open. She stuck her head inside. The shining sun made it all brown orange light that dappled as clouds passed overhead. It was very warm and inviting. Little Hen managed to work her...
by Ward | Nov 7, 2024 | Prose, Writing
An old lady would go to the park each day to let her dog run. Her dog was a poodle named Fifi. Fifi loved to run and bound. Her bounding was especially energetic. She seemed to test how high she could leap. If you saw her bounding, you’d say, “She looks like she’s...
by Ward | Nov 4, 2024 | Essays, Writing
Erasers Erasers are quite wonderful and also scary when you think about their purpose, which is to remove something as if it was never there. We use the eraser to return the paper to its original state of blankness. The function of the eraser extends to the erasure of...
