Resigned Songfor A.M.C Come, my sweet friend:on the firm white roaduntil the whole valley turns blue.Come: it’s so sweet to walknear you, even if you…
Note: This poem is best viewed on a Desktop Computer with widescreen. December:the table’s sinkingin drinkable amnesia and your eyes are nobodiesfrenzied with potential. It is 2009….
Sayaka Murata’s Earthlings (2020), translated into English by Ginny Tapley Takemori, is a slim yet eerie novel about a young woman who feels peripheral to…
I knew a man.He played guitar for change.I’d buy him this and that.So he wouldn’t betoo cold and hungry. I knew a man.Who informed me…
The Wall Street Journal // Sept. 20, 2020 The courthouse that calls to me is only five blocks from homebut I drive anyway and you are…
The last acting job I had was on Late Night with David Letterman. A few months shy of my fiftieth birthday, I walked into the…
You disappear in June, leaving a dentin my breath. Your rosewood fragrance lingers while I stare at empty frames. To inhalenothing is its own religion,…
We are stardust—that meanswe carry death in our bones. Our breathblows out a galaxy long gone. Hugging a friend and her seaweed hair,kissing a stranger…
Jordan chewed on her pinky nail until it started to bleed. “Shit!” She reached over Avery’s lap, opened the glove box, and pulled out a…
When I first see it, I shudder. The knuckles are wrinkled and gnarly. The skin is gray. The middle finger tilts too far to the…
I remember the last time I saw my father. He left for war and died a short time later, a Marine helicopter pilot, flying in…
When I was growing up, the Chicago suburbs of Chicago ranked within a hierarchy of goodness and desirability. You had the ones on the bottom…