Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Puppet’

You can’t just do that You can’t just say those things and not expect For emotional strings to get attached Or maybe that was your intent all along So that you could clasp on those...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Click’

They shoot the skinny girl first. She dips her head back, letting her golden hair ripple down her shoulders. A hand reaches above her head, delicate fingers pointing to the sun. Click. She brings her other...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Wastebasket Story’

Once upon a time, my mom allowed me to have candles in my room. Now she doesn’t, and I can’t blame her, and the following story is also a really good argument for Fairfield’s anti-candle policy. I was...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Conviction’

Praise on high that new world order Psalms above you chastise the hordes below Epitaphs for forgotten glories Melody rent into nascent crescendo   Incipient rage the hate of nothing The...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Running Pace’

Run. Run. Run. I see no one else. I feel just the wind on my face. The world is gone, just one breath and one more and one more. My feet slam the road, they pound in time to the beat of my heart. In, then...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Mist’

I stepped out of the worn down yellow cab, into a white darkness. For a minute, the headlight beams exploded into fractals as they tried to pierce through the fog cloud that was the island in front of me, but...

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...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Walk of Life’

Day turns into lonesome night. While I am immersed in dark, The dying stars pour out their last light.   The stars and moon guide my way As my feet scream for relief, But I know I cannot...