Last Dance with Mary Jane by Nina Bennett Miguel shows me his bag of dope at every counseling session. I keep my expression neutral, refuse to be drawn in when he asks if it looks like good shit. We then... Continue Reading →
Resurrection by Nina Bennett The first Easter after Dad died I waited for him to come back to life. I sat at dinner, silence broken by klink of fork against china, swish and crackle of ice as I stirred sugar... Continue Reading →
Jeppesen Terminal West, Denver International Airport by Nina Bennett From the top of the escalator, the security line below resembles a cattle chute, people lowing as they herd through. I glance at the bins on the belt. Dusty name brand... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 