I found myself hoping my ankles never sag over my shoe...
“I know I’m dreaming because what I sense is more than...
Late Saturday night, 1986, and again I had no oneto hang...
this is the dressyou filled this is the tune’sgeneric response this...
I was a shelf of unread books,the Easter bonnet on the...
“remembering errant lilies Gerber daisies, hair pins and spray, alone in...
Crack the Spine Issue 106 “Easier to wrest each day from...
The woman in the mirror doesn’t recognize you.She’s not sure where...
Poetry & Prose
Not because she wanted to abandon this domesticity or even becauseshe...
She lives all knives and falls.The corridors click as insincerity kicks walls.Straight...
My shadow stretches into a long cloud, follows me, settles into...