Rectangular boatplanks plopped, nestled, and nailed by builders now decades dead, foot-perpendicular-by-foot-perpendicular, like the staves of the […]
Andrea Witzke Slot
TQ2 Prose Open Runner-Up is an impetuous mess, such unacknowledged need—no wonder no one can look […]
The Unreliable Patient by Andrea Witzke Slot
Scrolled parchment, spiraled into safe- keeping. Texts pressed, snailed into cells. Flesh scrolled into mine, just an arm […]