Writings by: Marc Harshman

This author has written 2 pieces

Sling Shot

Chalk dust. Is returning really so simple? From the hallway, he can see through the open door of the abandoned classroom, through its far window, and out into the hay fields that lay beyond. There is a single bale rotting against the fence. They would stack them, he remembered, build forts…

Falling

Though we are born Clutch-fisted, when we die We spread our Palmes, and let the world slip by —William Austin, 1587–1634 He buried his father in March. The preacher preached hellfire—it was that long ago—the creeks were all in flood and the sky had surrendered to the lion. The organ…