Excerpt from: Cigar City: Tales from a 1980s Creative GhettoBy Paul Wilborn/St. Petersburg PressWinner of the 2019 Gold Medal in Fiction/Florida Book Awards Florida is normally dry in October but… Read More

The Art Lesson Years before I decided to become a nun, I drew a rabbit. At St. Simeon’s Catholic School, mornings filled up with daily Mass, catechism, arithmetic drills. But… Read More

Red Tide Warningby Lenore Myka(excerpt; first appeared in The American Scholar) The first sign is posted in the window of the empty ranger station and written in the style of… Read More

Alligators at John Chesnut Park, Florida, March 2020 We sway the path, and our feet press flat fans of stocky date palms  to the earth like sweaty, overworked clothes. Our… Read More

High King of the Alps Glaciered tiers, peaks like serrated teeth, dipping and rising, ebbing and flowing, in a predictable pattern.   Except for one outlier, the mighty Matterhorn. Its snowy… Read More

Dunedin Causeway, 2002 We drove out to Dunedin Causeway, you, strapped into your car seat in the pickup you later told me I couldn’t sell. We walked the rocky shoreline… Read More

Corelle 39 My new husband keeps buying dishes. Two ivory plates with a wide rim, A heavy black stoneware set. He says he wants variety for  Plating his dishes he… Read More

Easy Humans After falling  from the father,  astro weather    and inner verse, from the not-so safe  head of heaven, where I was    micro consciousness, where solar fungi  ate my surface… Read More

Skirt of Pearls The dress craved motion, but she always found herself in stillness. Stuffed in the back of a wardrobe, smothered by tulle and silk. Hidden away. Left behind…. Read More