September 7, 2020
Ode to the tuna melt
Because I was eighteen and telling my best friend,the godmother to
all three of my not-yet fetuses—I ain't never seen no black palm, a
cheese slice, and tuna spoon preach a sermon at a congregation of hot
and buttered ciabatta. And who ever heard of ciabatta anyway?
Because with sandwich in black hand meat, tongue taking cover at
tonsil door, ready to war with the cheesy chopp...
September 4, 2020
Here she is both within the world and without it. A tableau vivant of an unbroken ballerina.
September 2, 2020
2020 PROSE CONTEST WINNER. You understand, Ama. It was all I could give them in return.
August 28, 2020
after H.D.’s “Heat”
fists in air. April, the minor
god, sets his wet throat on the orchard—
ice and wind. After days above, the yellow-
jacket must return to its clay den. The bright
kernel of sun still
lifts along its old path,
muted—made a soft and perfect circle by the...
August 27, 2020
The Gimmicks by Chris McCormick (Harper Press 2020)
REVIEW | Ways We Vanish by Todd Dillard
August 6, 2020
Statement on Equality
June 6, 2020
FICTION | WOMAN HOLLERING
August 7, 2020