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Waiting

I am waiting for you here Floating above the sun Took the potion for two, dear Belly too full to run   Pluck my string with your big toe Resonate in the drum Pursed lips and a big blow A whistle won’t make you come   Look out of the […]

Close Quarters

Bridgeport, suburb of Chicago, seventeen years ago August     Last night Katie had gone through her usual routine of sitting on the edge of the tub to read so she wouldn’t wake her sister, then crawling into her sleeping bag on the floor in the front room and readying […]

No One Writes Alone

The number one question we get asked as a couple who writes is: “How do you write together?” Answer: “I’m the left hand, he’s the right.” A joke, obviously, based on the idea that writing is the endeavor of solitary genius by a guy in a nubby sweater, well-lit by […]