Forests of the Hawaiian islands are quiet today for eight distinct extinct songs have all died away. Their disappearances have broken the biological sound of “sacred lands.”
By Travis Dylanabout 8 hours ago in Poets
“No, I’ve never cheated on my boyfriend,” Everet said, wondering why his tone was masking an invitation as a statement. “Do you think that might change tonight?” Luca asked seductively.
By Travis Dylan4 days ago in Fiction
Email: "waitlisted... our PhD program" near my parents' graves pic.
By Travis Dylan23 days ago in Poets
I miss you mom. If there is a God, why did God have to take you away the night before Thanksgiving Day on November twenty-one, 2001?
By Travis Dylanabout a month ago in Poets
Ring, ring, ring. “Hello,” said an inviting voice. “Happy birthday, mother!” Said a joyful voice. “Thank you, Jasmini, it has been a peaceful morning.”
By Travis Dylan5 years ago in Criminal
