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byJ.C.White – 2025 Data in isolation is meaningless. Only data partnered with context and a halfway sensible idea can pretend it knows what

A lone rider often passed through, his horse ribbed and reluctant, the kind that seemed imagined from yellowing parchment and a tourists fat

byJ.C.White – 2025 LEONARDO da VINCI ONCE SAID, “Nothing can be loved or hated unless it is first understood.” I have always believed that a

“Look at you,” Noah said. “Trying to sweet-talk a fish with fancy jewelry.”

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard that word. But it would be the last time I’d ever hear it in the same way.

All want to teach. Nobody’s trying to learn; and everyone’s trying to preserve their personal version of existence.

A family of six with generational hare-lip scars cut their faces like old whipmarks. Two cousins sat side by side, one cross-eyed inward, th

byJ.C.White – 2025 Josh and Bubba ran from the lot in the night. The man they’d sold the Buick to was after them with a wrench, and the Buic

by J.C. White – 2025 The great author from Georgia, Flannery O’Connor, once said in response to a question about why Southerners write about

“One of them said, as if speaking to the wind, that big money was pushing little people against smaller people and the only thing getting cr

And lo, the vessels sank not by reason of the enemy, but by their own clumsiness. And the scribes wrote it down as a victory, saying unto th

Her generosity, her success, became their expectation. Her brilliance and confidence became their wound. She was punished for both.

Not stone, not wood, but a tissue of ridges and folds, pale and slick as entrails, pulsing with some dim phosphorescence.

“No one speaks. The smell works its way into their faces, into the cloth at their throats. The father climbs down slow and tells them to bri

“Below him, men and women scurry like insects under overturned stones. Flames claw at stone arches, devouring marble, turning monuments of a