Colorado State University Center for Literary Publishing


Emergen(ce) of Feeling

Mar, 20 2017 | no responses

Lightning is God / taking pictures of the victims. The present, like your elbow, / bends just one direction.


Mar, 20 2017 | no responses

Listen. The moon could / slice through this dark, this / thick water, that which looks / like dark here


Mar, 20 2017 | no responses

We need only hold ourselves / poised— / as waiting is more than withstanding

Story in a White Diction

Dec, 19 2016 | no responses

in spite of the garish death of his second wife / who fell from their lofted master suite onto a crystal decanter / and not, as local bloggers have suggested, the other way / around

Indian Summer

Dec, 19 2016 | no responses

One last peek in the rearview mirror, one final glance beneath cars, behind bumpers. What had been different this time? Had the boy been in his blind spot?

Rock Salt and Rabbit

Dec, 19 2016 | no responses

June 1969. Quang Ngai Province. Vinh An, a village at the mouth of Song Tra Bong. The days were sweltering, leaning into each other like unbathed bodies.

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