Post- Magazine
written in the stars [narrative]
By Mack Ford | November 11“Cancer!” My sister shrieked, distraught as she barreled into my room at seven in the morning. “Of course he’s a Cancer!”
Mack Ford
Post- Magazine
sink into believing [narrative]
By Mack Ford | October 21I was always an avid daydreamer. I imagined stories for each cloud that drifted past while my little sister stomped around, demanding that I play with her. I barely heard her, barely felt the dampness of the grass pressing into my hair: I was deep in a cloud-inspired imaginary world. For me, reality ...
