Fiction: Julianna Spallholz
HOME We argued about what home is. I got the dictionary. I looked up home. I read the definitions out loud. One. The [...]
By gpbmigrate|December 16th, 2011|Julianna Spallholz, Magazine|
HOME We argued about what home is. I got the dictionary. I looked up home. I read the definitions out loud. One. The [...]
By gpbmigrate|December 16th, 2011|Magazine|
from Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls DANCING RAT I don’t know if I’m able to have children myself. Because we haven’t [...]
By gpbmigrate|December 16th, 2011|Magazine|
from Rogue Agent Burlesque GRAYLAND Cranberries stain boot soles blood red. Smell of scrub pine and salt. The road stops, starts again [...]
By gpbmigrate|December 16th, 2011|Magazine|
from The Immigrant’s Refrigerator HUMMUS Who would have believed that ground chickpeas with garlic, olive oil, and lemon juice, formed into a [...]
By gpbmigrate|December 15th, 2011|Magazine|
from How It Was with Scotland down the road around the bend follow the white bird’s wings hoops & sticks & skips [...]
By gpbmigrate|December 15th, 2011|Magazine, Michael Klein|
from then, we were still living 2001 But wasn’t it always a scene in a movie to delay it in the world? [...]
By gpbmigrate|December 15th, 2011|Magazine|
selections from Hélène, a hybrid novella In the northern darkness there is a fish and his name is K’un. The K’un is [...]
By gpbmigrate|December 15th, 2011|Magazine|
Evelyn & Amelia at the Charity School September That first night we all stood around in the courtyard, trying to remember how [...]
By gpbmigrate|December 15th, 2011|Magazine|
Salt Publishing, 2009 Poetry, paperback, 96 pp ISBN 9781844715633 $14.95 At the school where I teach, the creative writing students, through close contact [...]
By gpbmigrate|December 15th, 2011|Magazine|
from Crass Songs of Sand & Brine draw of summer down the shore— funnel cake pops in black oil & the gasp [...]