Ghost ||| from THRUSH Poetry Journal
My sister thinks she is a ghost: at work, in her car, at home fixing herself a slice of toast for breakfast or blow drying her hair in her bathroom mirror, pausing from time to time to recite in her … Continued
Author Archives: Caleb Curtiss
Swans as a Scourge
I heard once that after doing the math on Bruges Hitler determined that it was too far off for him to bomb, and so instead, he sent them a flock of swans— a flock of swans as a scourge, … Continued