George Witte: After the Recent Unpleasantness
it wouldn’t kill you to consider
dancing, just this once, alone
in backyard secrecy while dawn
arrays dishevelled underclothes
July 7, 2022 · 2 Comments
Meg Pokrass: Trophy Wife
It was the sound of our lawn, the hiss of sprinklers, that chilled me. That year Jack erected a barbed wire fence to keep the scum out, keep the Mansons away.
August 31, 2020 · 1 Comment
