"If it’s true that the devil has his finger In every pie, he must be waiting For the night to fall, the darkness to Thicken in the yard, so we won’t see him..." -Read the entire poem at Threepenny Review.
"I’m tired of being a woman. I walk into grocery stores and laundromats wet with the cracked face of a maidenhead lurching across the Atlantic. I want to sleep like a seed in stony ground. I want the phone to stop biting my ear. I want to forget the bills and keep the lights on.... Continue Reading →
"...five sisters, one brother a house of brick and sighs until the day people arrived bringing all those hams and casseroles go ask the neighbors for the story of my life a narrative easily structured around emergencies..." -Read the entire poem at Black Sun Lit.
In which a woman hides letters to her husband in his many books before she disappears... Buy Book