Doe-eyed
There is a softness in me that I can't name or ruin.
Animalia
Introduction
Marginalia: Cento as Editor’s Note
Poets love birds.
Fiction
The Painting and the Bear
She kneels on the bar floor with two kind men
Overexposure
There’s a car at the bottom of the river.
Poetry
"the swans" and "the chimney swifts"
Two weeks pass, then three.
Essays
Eastbound
A few weeks before I moved to the east side of the city, I saw a coyote in High Park.
