Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Hágoónee’

Red rocks line hillsides casting shadows on mobile home parks where eight year olds walk with limps from hip replacements of years before reminders of wages once made mounting the backs of angry bulls....

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Reflections’

They told me to write about something weird. So I did. It’s the weirdest thing I encounter all day, yet so many never think twice about it. It’s concerning, how it watches motionless, as we enter and...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Shattered Love’

Perhaps we were in love with Love itself, An impossible affair with something so fleeting, An intangible emotion our flawed minds convoluted. It couldn’t work. We were stubborn, Like guards who protect...