Punch Line: Poetry by Nancy Whitecar

Punch Line Two interns stood outside my brother’s hospital room and thrust words at us in ill-practiced affectation. “He—is—dead.” Laughter, as they turned down the hall. Just before, visitors crowded around pizza delivered...


Well With My Soul – An Excerpt

It seemed as if everyone had been trying to keep this secret from me for as long as they could. But Samantha was tired...

Dark Angel: An Excerpt

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