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 Michael Sandler As I approached he stood haltingly, kyphotic and aged. Perhaps he saw my chest thrust, rodding my back as if to overcome the torque of my own crooking hinge, its rust and abrade. Over appetizers and wine, disquiet ran in background mode while routine smiles and talk…