Marlee Gaffey

—Michelle Detorie the way a fist that wishes it were a heart wants to be the […]

South Carolina is / shaped like a heart: / like ...

A black, plump bird, as big as you, was at the door. You got up and […]

Your childhood species don’t matter here— all the birdless metalworks and noise are less the merganser, […]

My father taught me that in a dream a scream finds you on both sides. Reaching […]

A couple of duck-bodied waterbirds have shadowed us all the way around Green Lake. Charcoal grey, heads […]

When I saw the elk would not arrive, no matter how long I waited, I renounced my […]

So many times we thought we understood something and found out we were wrong. Some invisible thread […]

Instead of staying with you in the house by the lake, which I did do, what […]

We were on a cliff we couldn’t see the edge of: naked on night-grass, I on my […]

But maybe you’re OK with there being no beginning. Here’s a story: a terrible thing happened in […]

Something flickers all through. Maybe it’s made of hair like the brush blade—lay blue across white, one […]

Everyone here seems to agree about the crooked heat but never about the wind. My love says […]