An essay about the shoes we see left in the sand on beaches.
A series of poems about a ghost biker riding across America.
A poem of beat and rhythm recounting a woman’s journey.
We were in some pretty bad tide rips listing from side to side and my captain was taking a leak over the port gunwale when I heard him shout, “Mark Twain!” And then the sea grew calm and a mischievous cloud cover turned the volcanoes pink. I lost my life there, left it in the […]
A widow waits for her beloved and blind dog to die so she can move to Italy to be with an old boyfriend and step-mother his Italian children while her own don’t need her as much— not like they did when they were nearly the size of her Akita, named Akita, her dog is not […]