SAMUEL SVOBODA

One of us will be buried first, and get a head start on turning into dirt. Until the day we’re together again, and can whisper our...

You said to me, on that late summer morning, “I don’t see a future anymore,” and that was the end. But I still see it, sometimes, when...

The fire touches all the kindling—each of the logs—and with time nothing is neglected. Everything gets transformed, ash and smoke, sent...

Maybe when you watch your life flash before your eyes it’s all in reverse, until you’re a child again catching fireflies in the summer...

Sometimes the world just seeps away. The houses shed their bricks. The streets molt their pavement. And it's all replaced by something...

Sometimes I look up at the sky and the space between the stars is measured in inches. The lightyears and galaxies have been ironed flat...

I had my first love in high school but we broke up, as most high school couples do, and haven’t spoken much since. People have to leave...

If a sinner found themselves in Heaven, should the angel conspire for salvation or for damnation and would the The Divine Comedy in...