Stories
Poem of the Week
Sweet breath hard breath. Every breath a stone-cold bird in thaw.
Poetry
As a child I wanted to behold the elusive squid, the patience of eels.
Poetry
give me a fish and I will make a necklace of its sharpest bones
Poetry
I froze because, the absurdity. also, the urn had a loose-looking latch.
Poem of the Week
and still it is summer and each day the sun arouses the kudzu
