Boxed in, no way out, a leaden lid snapped shut, a cloud filled with curses and blessings, demon rain flooding highways and basements, toppling trees, hills frothy with mustard grass,
A Beckett a bucket a ten o’clock fuckit Saunders sauntering (Georgie Porgie pudding and pie) Bardo liberation not with Brigitte, but with Godot
My pulse was in my ears echoing beneath stone walls; pomegranate and chestnut trees shaded the courtyard, leaves immobile in the dry desert. I pulled my coat closer around my
Located on the border of Louisiana and Arkansas, everyone bought beer at Earl’s Half & Half. It was a goldmine. The liquor half was in the state of Louisiana and
Like Jill, I climbed, or more exactly, drove up the hill. Over the last seven years, developers had transformed Campus Drive from a weed patch leading to Merritt College, into
A week after I returned from my oldest sister’s funeral, my eye fastened in the library upon the title of a book–Sisters by Daisy Johnson. It had been a long time since