They received a much needed shower this morning: bare branches of trees, Fall's fallen crushed leaves, Spring's new buds and blossoms,…
“Persephone is having sex in hell.” –“Persephone the Wanderer,” Louise Glück This isn’t hell, but it is the suburbs, and…
He told my Ma I was too young to know what a tumor felt like. Dad took us to the…
In life it was pen not people who were moved In despair the ink painted erotic, sensational scenes Censored for…
Grandmother made Dad and a bullet-hole in her chest. She kept a perfect record: circumference of wrist: 3 inches circumference…
The comfort of an elementary photograph pulls me from the digital archives of Instagram: I am kneeling to tie my…
again, and her hair changes color with the season, first day, now night. Eyes liner-keened, cigarette in hand, a mouth’s…
Most lunches I visit the taqueria. Today, I’ve waited a half-hour for my chilled tostadas, pored over the Parmenides—coiled serpents…
[bolt] noun A roll of cloth or wallpaper of specified length. As in: I sewed a humid Ozark summer with…
Pick apart literature never quite getting to the point Chafe fertility using scissors and tape Compose a song about circles…
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