Essay |
“The Small Psychoses”
“But that night before the robins. Coyotes and a struck sheen of moon. Others heard or you would have thought it was just your mind again.”
Poetry |
“Early January, Mid-Regime”
Poetry |
“September swim” and “the lure”
Fiction |
“John Anise”
“This is how he was in life, curt, convinced we could read his full thoughts from one gesture. And then, he comes.”
Poetry |
“No One Wants Them”
Poetry |
“Namaz”
Fiction |
“My Life in Animals”
“When I woke with unspeakable fear in the middle of the night, Elizabeth came close and told me stories of the cats in the woods and how they were protecting me.”