It’s a party at night, and I’m up on the roof with some guy. Tall, little goatee. He gets to reciting poetry. “‘To be thy
“Which is better, a flush or a straight?” Raul ruffled the tops of his cards and bit his lip. He nudged Hammersmith, who was staring
Ravens Wild things, Children collect tickets and ribbons And locks with no keys, Grimy matchbox cars, Rusted safety pins, and Baby teeth. Shiny treasure trash.
Cashing In How you remained awake as the crows ate you, you have no idea. It was less painful than you feared. More to observe,
“You’re late, Ginny.” The Sister Counselor scowls and taps a ruler in her palm. I follow her into the office: 2 chairs, a desk and
HIGH DUDGEON “The Dungeness crab, Cancer magister, is a species that inhabits eelgrass beds and water bottoms on the west coast of North America.” —