Poetry

Both of You But Better

Ourselves

      found from Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway   She caught green flowers for him would tell him stories under the fern tree, but he only frowned and said……

The Antiquities

I am on foot, getting lost in the town where my brother and sister were born, where my mother and my father met in high school, where my grandmother and……

Slate

  I rack but as usual the deck. orange flames Break in pin-stripes, the rack. BBQs, Bust shiny ribs. the wreck. The soil My aunt goes down used to date……