by Garrett Milligan Come back to our shallow lulls. The pool is murky but sweet on the mind’s tongue. Across the pew, we spun lives for each other and let them crumble on the choir’s lap. I have tried this one, it spits the dull shed back into my bed,…
By David Blome “Thomas, come here.” “What, Daddy?” “You’re gonna stay with Aunt Maureen and Uncle Frank for a little while. “Is Mommy sick again?” “Yes.” “How long am I staying this time?” “Just during the week until she gets better. I’ll pick you up on Friday. Now go get…