archives, fiction Sung Home: Chapter Three. {fiction} I felt a little insulted that they would just stop looking for me like that. I squelched a brief impulse to toss pebbles down at them. Continue Reading
archives, poetry Lost in a Sea of Reservation. {poetry} Do compounds and verbs melt into a runny sea of ambiguity? Are fragments of reels and jabs of jaunty whim unsaid the whispering voices in our heads? Continue Reading