in out about another day of centrifugal do and doubt at home in town going down. so out the sun like some great worshipped one looks on this...

They tell me I am known. Which is funny. Because the cashier at the grocery store still asks if I've found everything alright as though ...

Vacant eyes with recessed soul engage with the daily routine outlined. Forged from cellular memory navigating life from the shell and shadow...

Cousin Emma grabbed  all the blankets and took up most of the bed, I just had a little bit of sheet Her bed— so I s’pose… I froze the whole ...

Dance and sway, O wick to fray. You always knew  How to light up a room Up above the table-top You waltz until your ember stops. That light ...

  In Tracey Sivek's newest, and what I consider the best collection thus far, of poetry, we hear a voice that has grown and aged like a ...

That boy everyone thought would be an All-American—is sitting by himself at the gorge—smoking a number; begging for change— wondering what t...