When the dead speak to me, I ask them to be patient while I mark time in the color guard, legs starched-stiff as my
When the dead speak to me, I ask them to be patient while I mark time in the color guard, legs starched-stiff as my
Cider Press Review's April 2013 web issue, Volume 15, Issue 2, is now online.
They break in to boarded-up houses looking for razors. They cannot see themselves in the failed mirrors. The fine line between their upper lips