SHARDS • by Tim Seyfert
I’m alone at the beach. The sky is grey and the sea is blown-out mush. I walk where the sand is dry and scan for sea glass. I scoop up some shards of brown, a few white and one that’s… Continue Reading
one-night stands
APARTMENT, 8 AM • by Ted Winston
She had left Grizzly Bear playing softly as she got made up. Not rushing out, not really, but I could tell she was the type to always be five minutes behind. Tap out the wrinkles, check the stockings for runs,… Continue Reading