Issue #2: for my hometown, William James
The Season of the Clean Kill for my hometown – Trees bow their heads under the weight of snow like church elders steeped in prayer, their heavy limbs aching with […]
The Season of the Clean Kill for my hometown – Trees bow their heads under the weight of snow like church elders steeped in prayer, their heavy limbs aching with […]
– For Ethyl, Lot 12 who rarely left her trailer, unless it was to yell at us neighborhood kids again—this time, the errant kickball splatted wetly against her bedroom window, […]
7/19/96, 5:36am The waterline rises, & a siren jolts the neighborhood awake with its howling. The sun is still crying, hasn’t stopped in days, you wonder if something broke its […]