by Rebecca T. Kaplan
I found a store in Chinatown, full of exquisite pens. On one shelf I noticed a severed human finger. It was swollen, distended, obviously dead a while. I bought it, curious, and began writing. From it flowed another’s stories, confessions. It tells of murderous longings. Can’t put it down. My fingers ache. Help, please. Anyone?
Rebecca T. Kaplan is a freelance writer in Brooklyn. Her work has been published in The Vegetarian Journal, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and The Purchase Beat. She graduated from Purchase College in 2013 with a creative writing and journalism major.
Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.