Phillip W Parsons : Writing

Last Night

Last Night

A Chapter by Phillip W Parsons


I followed the sound again last night. I got farther than ever before. I was so far from home I thought I might not make it back by morning. I saw al..
Gary

Gary

A Story by Phillip W Parsons


Being bored with journaling, sometimes I just make a left-hand turn. That happened this morning with the idea of four words. Gary unlocked his car.
Safely Viewing Medusa

Safely Viewing Medusa

A Poem by Phillip W Parsons


All of time is a single moment. Perhaps time is an effect, not the cause. Why must we be dragged from the past into the future? Where are we going an..
Match Sticks

Match Sticks

A Poem by Phillip W Parsons


Tuesday night

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