Sierra Gold
They sit in his pick-up outside the IGA. Her Honda waits across the parking lot. The security light flickers above, its cover filled with the black confetti of dead bugs. The vinyl smells like cigarettes; the floor mats are pocked …
38.1s
Fadia Responds to Cromer:
I wonder if I feel the grit between my canines melt like ice with salt on it.
When they saw the trees did they know they would love the desert just
the same. An expanse laid out, hills, not plains …
Viking Burial
Sam couldn’t stop his mother from the Viking Burial his father had requested. She would douse their wooden cabin cruiser with gasoline, spark the flames with his father’s lighter, cut the lines, cast their boat ablaze into the river. His …
Autumnal
Old dogs and a hardwood kayak.
A woman wipes her boning knives on oilstone skin.
The occasional outburst of undress.
The animal of her ankles.
Lean out toward your daughter, shutters open
breeze alone.
A black bag wraps the night …