Todd Davis – Cenotaph

Todd Davis Cenotaph I dream my dead father spends most of the afternoon’s hours stacking rock he gathers from the dried riverbed. Drought means he must carry five-gallon buckets to [...]

2026-10-06T20:06:36-05:005 Dec 2018|

Lauren Markham – Just a Cupful

Lauren Markham Just a Cupful In a rare moment of quiet, Carmita settles into Dr. Malcom's recliner. She should be sweeping up the crumbs from lunch and emptying the dishwasher, [...]

2026-10-06T20:06:38-05:005 Dec 2018|

Jericho Parms – Lost Wax

Jericho Parms Lost Wax Every time I wander through a Greek and Roman sculpture court, a mezzanine of antiquities, a hall of baroque-styles figures, I want to be disassembled: to [...]

2026-10-07T15:00:50-05:005 Dec 2018|

Joseph Fasano – The Dead

Joseph Fasano The Dead Here they are. They sit in their old rooms, clutching the soft riding gloves of October. The wind lies open beside them like the pages of [...]

2026-10-06T20:06:37-05:005 Dec 2018|
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