What is it that you don’t see about omniscience, can’t wrap your sight around? Sure, the point of point of view is murky on
Albrecht Baker There’s nothing more pitiful for the living than the sight of an abandoned body. So many of us were abandoned. Even the
Flowers like credit card offers. Petals pulled away like eyelids from bulbs. I can’t even watch your plot. Published in Cider Press Review,
I’ve seen these two before, or so I’d like to think, little buddhas hunched up on a maple branch waiting out the weather, today’s