I found myself less interested in finding a solution to our problems than in hearing her say, "You'll not make an arse of me again."
Mea Culpa [Poetry]

I found myself less interested in finding a solution to our problems than in hearing her say, "You'll not make an arse of me again."
But it’s not that simple.
No, it never is.
A white farmhouse well back from the road:
a large grey dog dozes on a long wooden veranda
at the feet of a young boy plucking on a dulcimer;
the leathery face of his mother appears briefly
in the kitchen window;
and, off in the distance, his father and tractor
dig furrows in the land.
However, working in corporate America in wasn’t a place that she felt she belonged.
“I felt like I was selling out,” said Brooks.
I liked making people laugh and, in junior high school, to annoy as many teachers as possible.
Because our last contest focused on creative writing specifically, this time we want the theme to be even broader so anyone who couldn't enter the first time whether because of theme or time constraints can now. We just want to excite you about submitting here! Any creative work is welcome (in any genre or creative form), but also this time you'll be able to enter the drawing with any submission allowed our blog.