Dakota LaMarre

“Sometimes,” he said, “I want to live in the past.” They sat against a tree trunk, arms wrapped around their knees, staring at the stars....

Another season changes from movement towards stillness. The cold traps me, layer by layer, holding me hostage. My efforts are at last in...

Through the depths of my driving thoughts, you send me a message, disrupting my daydreams. I change directions to meet you. We exchange...

It’s astounding how often we forget to acknowledge the weight of responsibility we place on strangers. He holds my life in his hands,...

I started and ended as a drop. Hurtling towards the earth, I knew not where I would land. Slipping down mountains, drying on ground,...

A notepad and pen lay by her side, grown stiff from lack of use. She used to love collecting stories and exposing untold truths. The...

In kitchens and farm fields, construction sites and factories, I’d earned my keep by my sweat and blood. Scarlet lubricant pumps life...

The final transmission read: Everything is amplified. Sight and sound have expanded, new vibrations conveying information I should never...

Lost, they’d imprisoned me, expecting I would swiftly perish. Sight failing me, I’d been snuffling out scraps to survive. My past was...