When we started Philadelphia Stories, we developed a five-year strategic plan that included the launch of a book division, the institution of affordable writing workshops, and other opportunities for professional development.
His periwinkle shoes have a texture that suggests the skin of a reptile.
Out of the last green field he lumbers,
his rack too heavy for his head,
a point for each apostle.
You read disclosure does couples good, so we listed all our previous loves— the number wasn’t bad: a mere dozen old flames smothered beneath our tangled sheets, leaving room and heat enough for us— but as we started to seal a promise for the future, a compact on forgetting, you squealed—and […]
Our faith rested
on its arched spine
that rippled with
Before my daughters I hold an ornament,
a clear plum on my open palm and cold—
For days afterward Leo’s life was like a dream. He thought about Julie and Mario driving across the country. In his head they were always whooping it up. He wished them dead in the desert, their bodies black and bloated. The image so disturbed him he wished them back to life.
Bridget is in the giftware section of the department store, running her fingers over the deeply discounted snow globes, when she feels