Fiction

Sculptural and Spatial Practices

I come from flyover country. That’s what people here call it. My grandparents slaughtered pigs. Strung porkers and sucklings up…

Fiction

Sitting Guard

Some days are better than others, some days are worse than others, some days just are.   This was going…

Fiction

Earrings

I never been on this part of Hastings Street. This part is not like Grandma's street. Maybe it's different here…

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…