April Cuison



Antebellum You stand, you wait, in front of Death’s door. You are devoid of hope. The thought comes suddenly, like a bullet. Such a simple sentence has manifested itself into a grey cloud, looming over the corners of your thoughts, waiting for... Read More...


“Your father died.” The voice in his head enunciated each word with no emotion. For days on end the voice would drone on, as if he needed more reminding that his old man had recently passed away. “Oh, shut up.” Taking a few steps forwar... Read More...