Plume I lost the feather I found that day, off-trail and alone in winter woods, when, for the first time since her…
Browsing Category Fall Series 2021
“among the taxidermy mountain goats…” and Two Others
among the taxidermy mountain goats in the museum of natural history the little girl dreamsof a shipwreck; she sways on the bow when the wavecapsizes her & aloneshe sinks her wool coat,pockets full of starlings…
It Was Not the Double Shifts
hanging from the Pit River bridge; he liked heights. It was not the hours huddled over drinks at the nearest bar. Nor was it the asbestos blankets that shrouded his lungs. And yet, his grin…
Bon Appétit
The door swings open slamming against the cement wall. Two guards stand at the opening. They do not cross the threshold; instead they peer in as if into the mouth of a cave. Perhaps they…