By Ruby Peru When, at ages twelve and thirteen, Maureen and I were deposited for safekeeping on an Arizona horse ranch for the duration of the summer of 1980, it was very much as if we had both dropped from outer space, but from completely different spaceships. The ultimate tomboy,…
A poem based on The Pale King by David Foster Wallace By Cynthia McGarvie An alfalfa breeze. Socks’ burrs. Dry scratching inside a culvert. Rusted wire incised in the sun all day until hardened, worms incised in the lead. A horse smells the worms incised in the wing, silent with…