Susan Sailer: Dust, Blowing in the Wind
Into Newton’s laws of motion Boko Haram storms, rifles smoking, kidnap 276 girls, force them onto truck beds, tires raising red dust as they drive north. The girls want … Continue reading
December 14, 2017 · 1 Comment
Susan Sailer: In Welch
I’m trying to reach Superior, pull in to an old gas station in southern West Virginia. In the office a man sits on a high stool. I ask him … Continue reading
December 6, 2017 · 2 Comments
Susan Sailer: Life That Hard
23 degrees. He sat on the sidewalk near a street with a stoplight, a sign propped beside him HELP I born deaf, homeless Anything help On two layers … Continue reading
November 20, 2017 · Leave a comment
