October 26, 2017 | Poetry
My Left Arm I was a fruit cake meat loaf of influences – my name was Sloppy Joe, I was canned pineapple slices left... more
Now here I am. The same fucking predicament all over. The universe testing to see what I'll do.
Joshua James Amberson
He had a few of the things that fooled the casual observer into thinking they were dealing with a grown man—useless gadgets, a five o'clock shadow, shirts with buttons on them—but in recent years he had given up the ruse and had reverted, at least internally, to the one thing that had made him happy as a child: baseball.
Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam
Hades was like the other men Evie had requested favors of; he asked Evie to explain herself before he believed that she wanted what she said she wanted.
Roxane Gay took me out to dinner five years ago. It was Roxane, Ashley C. Ford and me. We were in... more