Affairs at the Jupiter hotel

round your wrist bore a number your name and D.O.B. two weeks after two stone less the day you came home it slipped off no need to snip . . .Read the whole article at The Newyorker

I remember he was bent down Like a whirlpool I was yelling at him He looked scared and backed away Another time, I squinted my eyes to see And he said I looked ugly The funny part was when My sister asked me where he went to And I just . . .Read the whole article at The [...]

The little goats like my mouth and fingers, and one stands up against the wire fence, and taps on the fence board a hoof made blacker by the dirt of the field, pushes her mouth forward to my mouth, so that I can see the smallish squared seeds of her . . .Read the whole article at The [...]