My mother was reading a book to me in bed when we saw the reflection of flames on […]
Corey Zeller
They didn’t know what they wanted. Chrysanthemums, tempests, the sacred heart. The next- door neighbors put their grill […]
Sacred Heart by Sophie Klahr and Corey Zeller
“Remorse—is Memory—Awake” wrote Emily Dickinson. “Everyday objects shriek aloud,” wrote Magritte. By the time he was around 50 […]
I’m Fine Thanks by Sophie Klahr and Corey Zeller
Bunny told me once, walking through a park at dusk, how smoking crystal meth felt: like horses galloping […]