In the Trenches of the Cimarron Canyon

Kristian Macaron

When La Llorona met Billy the Kid in the trenches of the Cimarron canyon, the world was black with smokestacks, burning as buildings became tumbleweeds. The scars of the trees were brighter than the mountains, now rounded hills of charcoal and we were all mountain men, bleary-eyed and mad with thirst. From the gorge, under […]

Grim Story

Andrea Selch

For one whole decade I was a giant:

For R

Amy Small-McKinney

When I am dead, I will still be your lamb, still listening for your bleating.