Fiction

“Grief is memory’s ragged stillbirth.”Mandy Blue Eyes, AKA Anna-Margaret Corinth Ragslin, mother of Isabelle and Beau. Dear Papa, I am told in the winter of 1995 it snowed many times inches deep...

After the second baby, Beau, Michael and I moved on 245 Aragon Lane to a small, two-bedroom, brick house painted white in Boris, North Carolina. It had a small garage that we didn’t really need. It wasn’t...

You go on back, ‘Rissie. I got this.” And I hadn’t called Clarisse that since years before the divorce. “Okay?” Clarisse said; she was puzzled but not worried. I reached under the chair and when I...

(Author’s note: The Wish was published in its longer form in the 2010-2011 Averett Journal. The author shares this condensation with Evince readers in celebration of Mother’s Day.) Have you ever noticed...

Long ago there was nothing but Moon and her old father, Sea. There was no land yet, just the ebb and flow of tides, and Moon lived below the water, not above. She was young, beautiful, and lonely. When Night...

This monthly recurring story series tells of the loss and bittersweet redemption of the African-American Knox family, specifically Tim (father), Clarisse (mother), Laurel (daughter) and Matthew (son). Truth...

This monthly recurring story series tells of the loss and bittersweet redemption of the African-American Knox family, specifically Tim (father), Clarisse (mother), Laurel (daughter) and Matthew...

This monthly story series tells of the loss and bittersweet redemption of the African-American Knox family, specifically Tim (father), Clarisse (mother), Laurel (daughter) and Matthew (son).  “We afeared...