Nonfiction
Jan/Feb 2022
Nothings
Begin with nothing, remote starting point, the area of darkest color . . . We who are nothing, along with everything we have known, which is nothing, have learned to […]
Poetry
Summer 1993
Inside Out
She said she’d never reached one finger in, buried to its hilt, so never dreamed the slit really went anywhere, a bunch of folds furrowing her skin, not a door […]
Poetry
Summer 1993
Offering
I broke the nameplate on your office door, does it mean I took your name? Does that fractured plastic mean you sit there bleeding? I know how the pulse transmits […]