by Sambhu Ramachandran I could never believe in a god rising up from the roiling waters of my identity crisis, my heart gripped around his bulging biceps like a ship saved just in time. But I put my faith in your cooking to clear away the long wisps of fog that curl behind…
By Kevin Broccoli I liked it better when we were on the bookcase. The titles were all lined up in front of us and we could read them aloud to each other every night. We’d come up with stories and attach them to the titles. The stories would produce other…
