Fiction
Resurrection Blues by Garrett Rowlan
Good golf and poor theology had been Mike’s inheritance from his father.
Good golf and poor theology had been Mike’s inheritance from his father.
I’ll be the first corpse in the Rings of Saturn; at least that mark will be mine and not Sebald’s.
The poem “sanctuary” by German Dario Piedrahita Abdala was one of the first I read from the slush. I remained captivated by it and thought of it often during the entire reading season. In…
I want to float away on a river. Be desired. But this is something else.
but tiles are boundaries / and some lines are not to be crossed / except maybe in prayer.