by J.F. Pringle No seat was better than atop dad’s shoulders. He saw the floats, the bands, the steeds, the soldiers.None of that mattered, why dare even mention? His heart began to race when he saw...

by J.F. Pringle Tough thumb skin scratches against the imperfections of that damn glass.Scroll up. Scroll down. Feels the same.But tough skin is wanting as the display of words changes.Exchanges of hatred.Imperfect...

by J.F. Pringle Silent repose in clamorous ambiance,Sitting in a world gone mad:Crooked necks staring into glass squares.A sea of lighted faces in which to find you,Steady confidence long overdue. Old...

by J.F. Pringle A Voice compelled her into darkness unknown.Afraid, she went in anyway.And found courage to enter the watery cave:The place she’d run from every day. Her trembling hands grasped at...