Paul Aaron Domenick
Bio
Although I taught high school English for 18 years, I didn't start writing my own poetry, fiction, or content until about three years ago. That's when I say the muse entered me. Now I am passionate about using words to transform the soul.
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The Easter Hat
“Is your mother going to come with your Easter hat?” his kindergarten teacher asked him, almost accusingly. Joshua shrugged his shoulders. He put his right forefinger up to his mouth and uttered a single cough. He scratched his head and slumped his shoulders, walking to a folding table with premade hats.
By Paul Aaron Domenickabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
Milk of the Earth
The mahogany trees in Sierra Leone cracked under the worrying sun. Joseph trekked, kicking up dirt with porous sandals. His newborn daughter, Hawa, was cradled against his bare chest, suckling at his nipple. Wincing, he fixed a woven, white cloth over her head.
By Paul Aaron Domenickabout 12 hours ago in Men
The Photographer's Code
You decide to visit your local park. You have become a close confidant to the homeless people who gather there most days. While talking to Cleo and Reed, you notice a new face in the crowd. It belongs to a stick-thin, middle-aged woman. She has her hand on her forehead as if taking her temperature.
By Paul Aaron Domenick3 days ago in Photography
