Slow, No Wakeby J. R. Nichols The girls and I were enjoying a peaceful day at the beach when he showed up. Ever the hero, he launched his daughters into the water from sunburned shoulders, and allowed them to bury him…
Goat Drabbleby J. R. Nichols “Can’t I have him?” she pleads. “I’ll name him Prince Charming, and make him a crown out of paper mache.”“Sofia, he’d just eat it”, I say, holding my nose. “Meh!” The goat blurts, in a…
“Someday Writers, Like Me” is a poem by J. R. Nichols. Click here to read a random post! I’ve not been generous enough with my struggles. I mean, it’s time to let you all in.You all need to understand what…