The Boat by Robert Knox Though sometimes, whenever we were in town, we took you out from...
Every Writer
Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.
I went to work by myself that day because my mom was busy crying. The work is...
I wear want-me red with matching stilettos and the bracelet he brought from Venezuela, the earrings received...
The Photo by M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya ‘Where is the photo ? Who took it ? Tell me.’ My...
Raymond stood at the casket for a long time. It was early in the afternoon and the...
Waseem Akbar was a friend of my father’s and my uncles – It was the only thing...
Once upon a time, there lived an average family. The patriarch, Joe, had an average job making...
She sat upon the verdant hilltop, grass beneath bare feet, chores forgotten. She had come to gather...
My 70th birthday gift from my daughter was a four-day guided tour of Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe.
“T-minus ten seconds.”
They say that, moments before you die, your life flashes before your eyes.
He slid my just-fallen flip-flop back on my foot. I thought, "He treats me like a princess."
“What if she finds the body? Oh, man, we should never have buried it there!”
I lay on the table, waiting for the Ultra sound technician to come and look at my...
"This doctor new guy says to me about the tumor...."
Bern Vega walked through the front door of his tiny bungalow on Brook Street with the words...
