The Last Days of Silky Wooten
UAMS, Medicine and Meaning
Honorable mention, Fiction
A preacher once said Dave Wooten was smooth as silk. He could talk you into anything, including, one time—to that preacher’s embarrassment—a lemon of a 1964 Ford. It was something about his smile. Or his eyes. I don’t know, really, but when Silky looked at you, you felt seen.
The Philosopher and the Wave
Philosofict Issue 4: Fate
March 2016
Once, on a clear and especially windy day, a philosopher was walking along a deserted beach. He looked across the tide and was astonished to see, standing on the crest of a wave, a mystic, staring off in the distance. The philosopher cleared his throat and tried to project his voice over the wind and the waves.