Inkwell Spotlight: Fourteen Lies

Mount Everest isn’t the tallest mountain in the world. Your backbone is. The doctors spent a decade fixing your scoliosis.   You hang yourself out to dry by your fingers, only ceasing...

Inkwell Spotlight: December

I stand at winter’s edge and plead for sun; New England days of wintry light conceal what warmth was present—now just slim to none. The clouds do swell and all the lakes congeal, cadet blue-sky that...

“The Drive”

The drive was the very worst, Under canopies of trees it was evident our quiet conversation was clearly coerced   Flowers we nurtured together died of thirst and left behind petals soaked...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Housewarming’

Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY. It was Sunday, meaning every hour on the hour is cheers-o-clock. Let’s drink. I really needed to pop a bottle anyway, and luckily there was a sealed one waiting for me in the liquor...