LunateI have this reoccurring dream where I wake up one day, look out my window, and see an apartment complex in my backyard where the woods used to be. It’s about even with the one where my teeth fall out in pulpy lumps in my hands, with no blood.
Ice Queen
A monthly-ish journal. $50 current payment for contributors. Very professional. Practically James Lipton.
Augusta, GA, United States
Selected work (5 publications)
FlickerI’m from a nowhere town, with nowhere people thrilled to death about it, and I have to get out before my bones shift under my skin to make me the same way. Under the moon, like some beast, I’ll howl.
How We ConserveRichard walked inside and shucked his garden shoes off by the backdoor. The television was on in the den and Donna was perched on the edge of the couch, picking at her food and watching crime shows.
A Southern Mythology: Tales from GeorgiaCW//SA
It’s really dark out tonight and even though I know exactly what’s out there in my front yard the darkness has ways of playing tricks. If I close my eyes, honeysuckle bushes let me know they’re still there.