Winslow ThornhillinThe Story HallThe RiverThe river, she’s a bitch again. Color of cornflower if you ask me. Been eating her way through our valley, helping herself to our land…Feb 3, 20233Feb 3, 20233
Winslow ThornhillinThe Story HallMurder at the LakeQuiet comes and settles the orchestra. Members take their places. Birds reconcile with trees, breeze sweeps away machine excitement, voices…Jan 30, 20231Jan 30, 20231
Winslow ThornhillinThe JunctionSource IDIt happened Thursday. Word’s been getting around faster it seems.Jun 23, 20203Jun 23, 20203
Winslow ThornhillinScritturaCandyman CarltonToni and me sit on the stoop and look down the street, all night long we’ll wait if we have to. In the early evening we’ll take a break…Jun 16, 2020Jun 16, 2020
Winslow ThornhillinThe JunctionWallsIt’s always at this time of day that I get the blast of sun from across the street, a reflection off of the windows of the Lenox Tower…Jun 2, 20201Jun 2, 20201
Winslow ThornhillinScritturaIntroducing LizSometimes I get tired of waiting for Tammy by the bridge. I want to walk on, quickly and get home so I can dash together a sandwich and…May 22, 2020May 22, 2020
Winslow ThornhillinThe JunctionThe Vandalist“It doesn’t need to look perfect,” she said. We turned left at the light and headed down that street where I used to live when I was……May 4, 2020May 4, 2020
Winslow ThornhillinThe Story HallLeftI’ve been here for nine years. It hasn’t gone by fast. Every day is a walk through a misty dream where I work the job at hand and try to…Apr 30, 2020Apr 30, 2020
Winslow ThornhillinScritturaWestwardDuncan laughs at me in silent hysterics. I pull my pants up and make my way back to the car, fighting the headlights. He follows, aping my…Apr 29, 2020Apr 29, 2020
