Greig Roselli — Teacher, Writer, Philosophy Sprinkles Maker

"Secret Incognito" is a short story by Greig Roselli (© 1996) A YOUNG BOY DECIDED TO ENTER A FIELD. Stone monoliths soare...

I dreamt last night that I lost Harrison. We were sitting in my Honda Coupe exchanging glances and soft words, not knowing it would be my...

I can remember him simply. We were sitting in the sand pits near the river; it was hot that day. He had let his hands rest on a rotten lo...

"So, I turned to her and said, "Lawd. You got them cockroaches out of the kitchen zink? Them roaches be as old as a dinosaur; I a...

… the nonsense of men is called business; the nonsense of boys, though exactly alike, is punished by those same men: and no one pities eit...

         You would hardly know a snaky muddy river flows behind the levee in front of my house, but it does. I live on the Mississippi Rive...

She saw now that Bill's car was parked behind hers and further down the darkened street the night was punctuated by two soft beams. ...

One summer a boy dove into the Tchefuncte river and hit something at the bottom. When he came back up he hurriedly free-styled to the f...