Prose & Poetry

Meg Chen’s sister Amy refused to believe that Paul McCartney was still alive.        […]

Washington’s oldest Irish bar. On Capitol Hill. Congressional backyard, just behind the Library of Congress and

Emma finally sold her house. All these years I wondered what it looked like inside, but

The girl ran upwards into the temple of ash. A mighty cliff side—dazzling in darkness. Reliefs

It was difficult to believe that the woman sitting across from me was a recovering alcoholic.

I want the man who folds into me like his sleek new Lamborghini, touches me reverently

Birth Mabrook A baby or a book both have needs             pay attention             spend time

  the purple land  the red of nature  of flowers  of birds  is not in conversation

Tonight, my daughter calls to say she can only clean her apartment after a few glasses