Fiction

Drowsy

One afternoon, in a motel room on Cape Cod Bay, my older brother Armand and I wrapped our sleeping mother’s arms in toilet paper. A few months prior, she had developed a routine during which […]

Poetry

Stand!

Stand! Your feet still have the strength To tread for centuries. Stand! Your hands still have the life To build. Stand! The fire is still in your eyes To burn. Stand! You’re still mad enough […]