We aren’t explicitly staring at your muffin top. We are, however, staring at your jeans.
FICTION
Excerpt from Acid Green Velvet
Johnny walked with money, tactile and true. The two of us put together exploited a collision of magics, an abundance we moved within as a gorgeous bubble.
FICTION
Recuerdo, Ohio
“She was a good person,” Toby said, as if he was trying to convince himself. He nuzzled his temple against my knee.
POETRY
The Panopticon
Is it theory / wrenched from memory?
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“My Place In The Horizon” and other poems
“the tremble
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The Widening Gyre
I can’t stop thinking about who is silenced and who is doing the silencing, about who is and isn’t heard.
Gentleness is Something New I Can Afford
In illustrations, a thin line or a curved line or a broken line can illustrate softness.
