Prose & Poetry

a placenta of birthers a conception of personhoods a closet of homophobes a frenzy of sycophants […]

During his sermon some three months after taking over the pastorate, Harry noticed a woman who

It’s like they have never even looked throughout their own history. Have these relationships ever worked?

Overlooking the playground sat three birds on a wire.  Two brown-and-white song sparrows practiced their intricate

The paving slabs in the back yardare uneven with the roots underneathand around the edges there

I told my story to a waitress, she brought me jasmine tea.I told my story to

Sweeping toward my face is an icy breeze.It follows the hot sun and flip-flops,the pleasant cool

I dine in an old restaurant with close Georgian friends in the early morning hours.  Georgians

When Mitch started having symptoms, I wanted to care. But I didn’t.  We’d been friends since