Sep 22, 2018 | Fiction, Poetry |
Tribute It takes ten thousand hours to shine at anything.And if we haven’t spent night after night on the Reeperbahn cranking our act so tight it stood up all by itself and walked,we’ve come close, but we still fall flat. We sweat inside our Sullivan suits. The early...
Sep 15, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Frau Brechenmacher Attends A Wedding “Fancy Theresa bringing that child with her. It’s her own child, you know, my dear, and it’s going to live with them. That’s what I call a sin against the Church for a free-born child to attend its own...
Sep 8, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Ghosts and EmptiesI have somehow become a woman who yells, and, because I do not want to be a woman who yells, whose little children walk around with frozen, watchful faces, I have taken to lacing on my running shoes after dinner and going out into the twilit streets...
Aug 25, 2018 | Featured, Fiction, Poetry |
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.
