by Laura Foley
Film Noir
In Paris with my professor,
and his shy teenage son,
not much younger than I,
whose presence I try
to fence from my awareness.
Our apartment’s an atelier,
our courtyard shad...
by Monica Wendel
Here’s the dream:
that I’ve made the right choice. That everyone forgives me for everything.
That we can sleep at night. That the dog I’m dog sitting never barks or snaps at me but ins...
