Our Shelves, Our Selves
In case of disaster, if we can save only some of the books we own, how…
Grasslands
she cries out softly through the night after he leaves her crouched over the tiny corpse….
March End Sonnet
It is possible they’re telling the truth. You must be mad to want to live With…
A Flesh Poem About War
After they put us on a high flame and left us to cook on their new…