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 18 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
