Horoscopes For the Dead
Horoscopes For the DeadEvery morning since you fell down on the face of the earth,I read about you in the newspaperalong with the box scores, the weather, and all… More
My Octopus Orphan and My Wolf Sister
My Octopus Orphanthinks his suction cups are radios.He presses them to his head andit’s always Ma playing on AM,Father on FM. His eyes turn inward,and he buries himself in… More
Blood Feather
As Marcia does the dishes, she hears her daughter call from upstairs. “Mom, Mo-o-o-m . . . ” She races up but Ruthie isn’t in her room or even… More
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