The Roman Ritual
by Jadyn Marshall His mother had made him come home—to her new-old home, not Florida—after she got it into her head that New York City… Read More »The Roman Ritual
by Jadyn Marshall His mother had made him come home—to her new-old home, not Florida—after she got it into her head that New York City… Read More »The Roman Ritual
By Jadyn Marshall The Spanish moss was visibly sagging in the heat. Its appearance during its life cycle, in no particular order, was droopy, droopy,… Read More »Moss Boy
by Jadyn Marshall What would happen if all of the commas in the world just disappeared? Poof and no work of print would ever be… Read More »And Then There Were No Commas
by Jadyn Marshall He’d make his own mistakes, exponentially (if he had to). He hung the banana bunch in the closet after the first… Read More »Command Hooks
by Jadyn Marshall All of paradise is a place. It’s not a place Where angels harp, Or where the virtuous Spoil their rewards. It’s not… Read More »Paradise Green
by Jadyn Marshall Romeo (R), Benvolio (B), and Mercutio (M) walk onto the stage with five or six other guys, dressed up for a par-tay.… Read More »Pre-Gaming with Romeo & Juliet
by Jadyn Marshall Novocaine flooded their minds As the car pulled up to the window, (The bay window) Breaking the roses’ necks and Leaving silver… Read More »Of Cars, and Starry Roses