Sea Change
Soil and leaves filled the empty human spaces, and always the buzzing of insects. Spider silk and dust and feathers and carapaces accumulated to build...
Cornish Pasty
When Don says, “Wow, she’s good,” I muster up a grudging agreement, but I can taste the bitter wilted greens of envy. I’m already lamenting my lack of...
How the Lake Saved Me
I used to be a young girl, only 18, who had left the East—where I had neither much sinned nor been much sinned to—but had been often tired, and often...
from GLOCK CHORUS
My target’s face it was pockmarked
tho hidden by a sack of ice
tho hidden like a crooked account book
fell open where the hammer hit twice...