Author Archives: Til Turner

About Til Turner

Til is a writer, artist, and musician living in the Shenandoah Valley. He is an associate professor in the Languages and Literature Division at Northern Virginia Community College and is a graduate of the Vermont College of Fine Art with an MFA in Creative Writing. Til has published poems online, has written a teacher's handbook on ESL writing, and he has recently completed his second novel for young readers. Please feel free to visit his instructional website at www.EnglishIsKillingMe.com.

The Girl at the End of the Pew

Posted on August 12, 2018

Here is a vignette of mine published this month in Sleet Magazine. The Girl at the End of the Pew

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Rural GPS

Posted on August 1, 2018

Wife: Honey please pull over and ask for directions. Husband: No, no, no Google will locate Kim’s house. I just need to reenter the address.  Wife: You’ve tried that three times already. There’s no cell service out here. Just ask … Continue reading →

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Melancholy Margo

Posted on July 4, 2018

Melancholy Margo stands at the window surrounded by all that has gone. Lost in her past she never moves forward, the present just tall panes of glass. Reflections of was and shadows of if confound her hopes and her dreams. … Continue reading →

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Vignette

Posted on September 10, 2017

I stood on the bank of a stream. A breeze blew through my hair. A voice called out to me, and I turned. My heart leapt, as it does when a friend greets you. I had not seen her in … Continue reading →

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Wednesday, 3:03 pm

Posted on July 19, 2017

The cat. The sidewalk. The heat. The smoke. The laugh. The window. The thought. The car. The tree. The cloud. The sky. The dream.

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Skid Marks

Posted on April 17, 2017

The basement of my childhood home comprised the entire footprint of the house—thirty by sixty feet. In the corner just left of the staircase as you descended was the hollowed-out remains of an old riding lawnmower. My older brother had painted … Continue reading →

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Sour Girl

Posted on March 27, 2017

A humble arrangement of mine of a Stone Temple Pilots tune that has been my favorite for  years.

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