Poem: Space

By Henri Whitehead When I, a young adolescent, would stare at the stars above, I felt both simultaneously frightened and fascinated. Because like many before, I wanted to understand the rules That spun the Earth round And built roads from rubble. I wanted to see the cardboard walls That held together this game of life, … Continue reading Poem: Space

Poem: Tiny House

By Henri Whitehead In our tiny house, We’ll live by the trees. The tranquility of a pond, Will sooth our troubled minds. In our tiny house, We’ll snuggle in the shade, Our TV will be the window, The squirrels, an acting troupe. In our tiny house, We’ll read by moonlight, The fates that our written, … Continue reading Poem: Tiny House

The Quill

I just found out today that my short story "The Picnic" was selected to be in the Crowder Quill this spring. I think it's awesome that I was selected at all because according to their email, they had a record-breaking 1071 submissions. Stay tuned because I don't know whether I was a gold winner or honorable … Continue reading The Quill