Excerpts
3 White Witches
The Fabulous
Us and Flowers
Coyotes
A poor chorus has gathered behind the hill.Too close, scathing,The shrieks and criesScratch the clouds from the stars—Rain-softened scabs.The moon bleeds and seepsInto parched grass.
Cooties
The moment I peed myself in a wagon at Humpty Dumpty preschool was the best day of my life at the time. A teacher sent me inside to change, and I came back out to a magical sight. My classmates were all pitching in to rinse out the wagon with buckets of water—filling, dumping, then …
Higher Education
Bruised and Glorious
A Miracle
