By Rachel Eliza Griffiths
In the evenings, we watched Jeopardy. Wore surgical masks once she got sick.Before that my mother sent me to the storefor cigarettes all the time. Pack of Salem Lights.
By Mai Der Vang
In the penumbra of an oak under sculptedMoonlight, we pile the last waking hours
On our faces, breathe the wilderness of dryHeat waiting for fall ventilations. It feels