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Engaging and elevating writers in Baltimore, across Maryland, and around the world.
Featured Works
The Authoritarians
“I live in America now. Of that you’ll hear more. I grew up in a place without democracy.”
Debris
He huddled in an alcove by the airlock,
amid the sacks of rubbish, waiting to be burned,
When the Blackbirds Sing
“The quietest place in the world is a coffin. I’ve spent a lot of time in coffins.”
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A Viking Funeral
Sunday, February, 20th, 1983. I’ll never forget that date.
Alone With Evelyn
Hank stroked Rusty, Evelyn’s pedigreed toy poodle. He loved how she was making herself at home in his big lap.