A Letter to Dad
by: Tom Rau This is a letter I wrote to my dad almost 25 years after his passing. It was originally posted on an old…
Life
Neat Tips
by: Jeremy Hager A welcome guest piece from a close friend of us here at Across the Margin. The insightful, incomparable, and oft charmingly incorrigible…
I’ve Never Stopped Flying Since
by: Michael Shields The contributors for Across the Margin are an eclectic diverse group with varied interests. They contribute much more than can be housed…
Just a Friend
by: Michael Shields An injection of humor into an otherwise serious situation….. “Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh Shitttttttttt…..What you in here for?” I barely saw him walk in the…
The Book of Tom: A Starving Artist’s Guide to Life and the Afterlife
by: Tom Rau Verse 1:1 You are but a poor soul with a dream. Don’t ever forget it. That is your mantra. And it isn’t…
What to do with time?
by: Cat Cortes Is the whole greater than the sum of its parts… I struggle with time, which is only made worse by the unfiltered…
Portrait of a Lonely Man
by: Genevieve Palmieri He sits at the bar, a third full globe of pinot noir in front of him. It is only 12:30 pm. Everything about…
Around the Margin – Trayvon Martin
Brought to you by: Across the Margin Trayvon Martin’s murder (The use of the word murder in this introductory paragraph is a telling sign of…
What are you afraid of?
by: Douglas Grant The first time it happened I thought I was having a heart attack. I was twenty-six years old. I was just back…
My Good Friend and I
by: Michael Shields In remembrance of a day amongst days, one that served as a reminder of the true power of friendship… Exactly a year has…
HonduRaus: Part II
by: Tom Rau A nine year old boy in New Jersey named Karl Stanley read a book about submarines, not completely unlike other 9 year…
HonduRaus: Part 1
By: Tom Rau Migrant sex workers; something about that phrase kills me. Partly because it’s a funny play on words and partly because there is…