By Micah Baker She wiped the blood from her sword, a quick motion, wrist flicking, eyes peering intently into the wounds before her. The cuts were clean, effective as the precise lacerations of a surgeon. And while blood welled up from the incisions, a healing happened. She cut away the fog of fear and insecurity … Continue reading Micah Baker: On S.G. Baker →

By Deborah Elliott-Upton You know the one. There's always one in the classroom. Six or sixteen and going on thirty, it doesn't matter. She's got something. Summer's the one who appears wide-eyed, looking innocent, yet you can just tell her brain is spinning inside with a thousand questions. Only some of them you know, but … Continue reading Deborah Elliott-Upton: On S.G. Baker →

By Nydia Amabelle Brandstatt I'm not sure how long it took you to grow accustomed to my random moments of talking to myself or swearing at someone that was no longer on the phone. But eventually you did, and we learned to coexist. We learned each others' body language and mannerisms. You knew not to … Continue reading Nydia Amabelle Brandstatt: On S.G. Baker →

By Valerie Hendon Her short hair blew in the wind as she jumped onto the trolley, going somewhere she had never been before. Her mind ridden with writer's block. The only things going through her brain these days was the fact that she wanted to write full-time, but until she could get her big break, she … Continue reading Valerie Hendon: On S.G. Baker →

By Steven Watson She seemed to slip into her place somewhat chaotically; she could fit in any group unrepentantly, but at the same time her presence thrust upon her companions a desire to hang on her every word. From her tongue dripped the waters of Bethesda and any who could bathe in the banter were … Continue reading Steven Watson: On S.G. Baker →

By Susan Bedwell Amos She is joy that flows out of every shy glance, knowing look and mischievous wink; she is warmth that touches everyone lucky enough to pass within her orbit, whether by the brush of gentle fingertips or the embrace of caring arms; she is love - true north, the genuine article, a … Continue reading Susan Bedwell Amos: On S.G. Baker →

By Jenette Baker She stood by the water and smelled the ocean breeze. A storm was brewing and she welcomed the intense power that would electrify her spirit. I spoke with her for a time. I learned that it was the written word that she loved to communicate with the most. She was quick and … Continue reading Jenette Baker: On S.G. Baker →

How the fuck do I still work here? I am a millennial, we don't stay at one job for too long. Now I have been here for over 5 years. At least I have work friends, some of whom are also sugar friends. Today I brought in some Sour Patch Kids and need to let Summer know. I dial her extension and hear her answer as "Queen of Chaos." 

By Robert Baker She stood on the pinnacle gazing at the masses in the valley below, the wind blowing her short hair gently across her un-furrowed brow. As she assessed the scene below, she moved her hand to the sword sheath that carried her sword, a mighty ball point pen. Her shield, the words she … Continue reading Robert Baker: On S.G. Baker →

By Jeffrey Schiller What is the difference between Rock and Metal? Mental refinement--something like properly aged wine that comes with hard work, but sold at a reasonable price. The manifestation of that complex emotional ore vein hammered into something intelligent walks into the room. Pocket protector fully stocked. Too many keys swing from his belt … Continue reading Jeffrey Schiller: On Martin Jacobsen →