‘Crawl in,’ coaxed the cat, who smelled of rotting fruit and mildew. His sharp mouth sat agape. The sparrow, who…
We Can Grow Squash Here, Jon
In a part of the world where you’ve never been, a meadow glows. With tulips and carnations and lilies and…
Hanako Learns to Count
You can’t will yourself to die. You just can’t. I’ve been trying. Believe me. Sixty years now I’ve been holding…
By Banana Slug Falls
Are you a banana, banana slug? Tell me Do Tell me do I feel my mind, I literally feel it…
Poem for Paris in November
violet air. ce soir. music plays in Paris. and the worst elements of us whisper. and the best, they leave here,…
The Last Ghoulies of the Season
Two days into November and the last ghoulies, the hold-outs, charged the roads of their neighborhood. Disguised as the living…
Face to Carve
A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path.…
