The bells signal the eleventh hour. Each cacophonous explosion chimes high above the radio. I do my best to keep the volume loud to take...

ETCHED IN RED BY Kenneth Curtis Brown Blood trickles along my chest as sanguine streaks caress along my torso. Droplets cascade in...

CAST OFF THE COASTS OF BAGUIO BY KENNETH CURTIS BROWN Swinging, smashing, wildly astray, flung against Pacific waters of ink black. Under...

My first ever blog post! And here what should I write? To be honest, I don’t know what to put on here for those few introductory...

Brent stared at his daughter Tyra for what seemed like years. The five-year-old scribbled on her papers, a wide array of crayons before...

Lucy was tossed around like meat for two hungry dogs. She didn’t give a damn about the sweaty hands roaming under the fabric of her top...