Posts by marathonlitreview

And Now, a Word from Violet Beauregarde I told you I was more of a gum girl. But you offered...

Red drips from the moon, like water off the glass leaving wet rings on our moving box coffee table—I’ll buy...

(in memory of Lavinia Andronicus) how many times have you found yourself on your knees begging for life for redemption...

i. self-destruction They’re standing on the banks of a river — in a gully – cutting through a wall of...

The pine martin watches, the wren takes flight, as men circle ‘round and the cutting begins. When it is finished,...