“Stetson” by Rikki Santer
They say Custer died in his cattleman-creased Stetson. My Annie Oakley knock-off from the local K-mart suited me just fine. … Continue reading“Stetson” by Rikki Santer
They say Custer died in his cattleman-creased Stetson. My Annie Oakley knock-off from the local K-mart suited me just fine. … Continue reading“Stetson” by Rikki Santer
I believe in permanence,your brass head whirlingdroplets into the seared August air,without complaint or growing pains, sans giggles or adolescent drama,but I also believe in the slippery childskipping now through the rainbow miston a green New Hampshire lawn, impermanence boogying beneath you,sprinkler, in her red bathing suit,this one, thin-strapped and
Continue reading“Ode to a Lawn Sprinkler in Contoocook, New Hampshire” by Suellen Wedmore
one yard of faded pale hair,
braided; (tied off with a bow—
stored inside the next-to-bottom drawer
of the desk near the window
with no view)
… Continue reading“Inventory” by Claire Van Winkle