Monique "Ty" Cowan

Poem

"She’s the woman who would sit in the front pew,

ridiculous hat and all, only to be closer to the pastor;

to hand him water as transparent as his faith."

Short Story

"It was a secret. Much like any other thing that happened strictly under the veil of moonlight."

Poem

"The chains of the rusty swing set that had been
there since before we moved in clinked softly as I pointed out the different constellations. You sighed
three times before telling me you didn’t like stars."