Prose & Poetry

Ezra and Benji couldn’t have been cut from more separate molds. Ezra was graceful despite his […]

Lena sighed with satisfaction as she dropped her feet into the bubbling tub, powered on the

The country road went alongside what Caitlin called Spruce River and then Frank turned the car

Unjustified Driving with a small passenger in the backseat The sun’s erection begins to shine through

“What the hell are you doing?” Bertha asked her friend Thomas. “What does it look like

Someone must be telling lies about Josef K., for without having done anything wrong, he was

To make love a character would be to initiate doomsday, because one would need destruction to

SYMMETRY OF STONES It is a short climb to the shallow saddle beyond the ridgetop. A

The first man I killed was myself,             deskbound,       hunched above translated lines           of