Check out Mel Bosworth reading two pieces (text below) by Eric Burke whose work can also be found in elimae, Pank, Right Hand Pointing, Otoliths, and nibble, and forthcoming in A cappella Zoo and Heron. Find out more about Eric Burke HERE.
The vacant field in which my father’s dandelions were growing was now on fire. Neighbors whose yards bordered the field were rushing in, shouting, trying to beat the fire out with shovels. He was, I saw, among them.
whatever the opposite of fine
that kind of marker—
painting my toenails black
Losing a Thumb:
Someone long ago hammered a nail into the maple that was now ours. At 8, I became enamored of slip-knots; listen, if I tell it right, you can almost hear me screaming, my father busy in the basement, my mother frantic trying . . . .
belly exposed to the sky
watching wind in the locust trees