Essay |
“Never Could Walk the Line”
“… probably not many women on this road, driving truckloads of hay, and listening to Johnny Cash, are also contemplating witchcraft …”
Poetry |
from The Broken Mother Sonnets
Poetry |
“The Dimensions”
Fiction |
“Curio”
“He thought that this object must be to the cats what the crucifix in the kitchen drawer was to him.”
Essay |
“A Vision for the Coming Year”
“As the new year approaches, I give myself a tarot reading — 8 of wands — approaching news, arrows hitting their marks.”
Poetry |
“Winter Dreams”
Fiction |
“His Odette”
“Back in his apartment after seeing Swan Lake for the ninth time, after Dzerzhinsky was toppled, Pete undressed, brushed his teeth without turning on the bathroom light, and lay on his light blue sheets.”
Poetry |
“Collision Course”
Fiction |
“Click”
“You know why I hunt? To fill the freezer, feed my kids. I’m a family man. And you’re going to what, mace and tase me for no reason? Put me in the hospital for no reason?”