Maybe It Could

by Alec Meyer Staring didn't accomplish much (I thought at first), but maybe it could. If I stand here long enough, If I let enough wind blow in my face, If I let the mud squish between my toes.

Echo

I chose the name "Echo" because that's how this all came about - a piece sent to a friend, a "What do you think of this?" and the response was a morsel of prose, the perfect echo. From there it became a search for increased creativity, and friends from all over the country have beautifully … Continue reading Echo