Fiction

The Summer with No Mosquitoes

I’m about to make a left turn into the YMCA on Spears Road. The traffic light turns red. I hate…

Fiction

Prologue to Green River

The village of Green River is inhabited by two groups, insiders and outsiders. The insiders move. No matter which direction…

Fiction

Exit…Stage Left

My Uncle Mark was the black sheep on my Mom’s side. He moved to Windsor during Vietnam, saying, “Good luck…

Poetry

Michigan over Matter

Three months in Michigan and suddenly I’m writing knock-off poems in my head I turn off lights that were never…

Poetry

Fall football in the leaves

It’s a sweatpants day Phil launches the football into my memory the slant of the light there is red, not…

Poetry

A Coven in a Small Town

meets every Thursday night across from the pizza joint and the all-night gas station. One-by-one, they enter a run-down strip…