He whispered through the phone, “I need you to come with me.” Ten years of silence, and I turned the volume down anyway. “Please,” he said. It was 7 p.m. My son...
At the bus stop, the kid beside me hides death,
like a wolf in silk, he shoots me a sly grin.
I toss him a gentle smile and a quick nod,
let him know we’re c...
Patrick G. Roland is a writer and educator living with cystic fibrosis. He enjoys exploring attics and basements, where most of his writing ideas are created and sometimes lost. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and appears in journals such as Rattle, Hobart, Sky Island, scaffold, Maudlin House, and others. Twitter: @pg_roland