James Wright: Northern Pike
We prayed for the game warden’s blindness.
We prayed for the road home.
We ate the fish.
November 22, 2019 · 2 Comments
Jose Padua: Meditation on a Creator of Sorts Written While Eating Sweet Confections in the Rain
The moment feels half decadent and half desperate, these sugared minutes spent barely sheltered from the wetness of the storm, within earshot of the noise of thunder and as close … Continue reading
November 27, 2018 · Leave a comment
