What I’m looking for, always, is writing that works me over like a crowbar. That bruises, yes, but […]
Joe Wilkins
Isn’t it a shame, my grandmother said, silver fork in her shivering fist, how we have to go […]
Eat Stone and Go On by Joe Wilkins
i. Each knot is a promise. Each lead weight mashed in the backteeth’s vise evidence of a kind […]