My Papa wore red calfskin cowboy boots. His shoes were creased and leathery like his farm-worn hands. It was because […]
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Before I was a woman, I was a girl. My mother used to turn me around in front of the […]
Best athlete we ever had, that Westhead kid. Wasn’t no bigger than you or me but all muscle and hit […]
“Ah, Bridget, I’m liking those rainbow socks,” Simon says, pointing at the bright stripes peeking out between the bottom of […]
There are flies in your lungs Wings plastered that never left From inhaling too long Mouth open in the dark […]
At the Precise Moment of the Solstice Lie in a wheelbarrow like a sack of potatoes, clumps of earth still […]
we leave our names in hands always letting go on purpose Never answer So they fall a little short and […]
Bear Kosik is the (co-)author of four novels. His short stories, poetry, and essays have been published by Third Flatiron […]
Artist’s statement: This photo was part of a series in which I integrated three tiny pocket mirrors to play with […]
Artist’s statement: This photo was part of a series in which I integrated three tiny pocket mirrors to play with […]