Seven Anorexics
Sally Reno | Summer 2011 Prosetry Contest Winner | I have stories to tell, he says, his diamond eye sparkling in the bright sun ... Read More
Man Like That
Summer 2011 Prosetry Contest Winner I have stories to tell, he says, his diamond eye sparkling in the bright sun. I can hardly believe I would get in a car with a man like that man. Blasting along, wind whipping hair, he’s saying words as fast as he can spit ... Read More
Prophecy as a Reducing Mathematical Certainty
Spring 2011 Prosetry Winner These are the tiny wanderings that core the heart in spectacular revelations and inspirations and allusions, and all of it getting up, standing up, leaping up and wanting more than anything to staunch the disjuncts and disparities between the things that our hands can hold and ... Read More
Sulfur Steam
Up on the mountain, we hang out in abandoned buildings, places where stories fill the holes in the walls. The old teepee was on the bottom of that ridge, before lightning struck. Now all that’s left is the charred platform. Harry’s cabin is up the road, but he sometimes returns, ... Read More
The Dream of the Sheep as It Is Sheared
She has quick hands. She hangs from the ceiling, holstered, her back supported. The razor is a hair too close, starts at the skin of the belly and shears it smooth. My feet are over my head. I am making it easy while imagining what her life must be, the ... Read More
