To the Dead Man in the Road by Sara Clancy Every summer in Tucson this happens, a hazard of heat that greases the equation of whiskey and asphalt and gives us permission to suspend comprehension as we drive by. We... Continue Reading →
Spider Solitaire by Sara Clancy Against protocol, the red queen follows the black king. The tactic is to uncover hidden resolve and I focus on the comforting binary of winning. Move the three of clubs and start a run that... Continue Reading →
The Sea Monster in Holmes Bay by Sara Clancy Look for it from Lucy's window on an autumn day and what you see instead is mist, though you are sure the creature is more than mad allegory, a fable passed... Continue Reading →
reservation required by Sara Clancy an ordinary cafe window watches the daylight long enough to concede that no moon will sweep its prosaic crystal inside the room may speculate in the music of glassware and hurry until some perfect theory... Continue Reading →
buyer must bring imagination by Sara Clancy ~ after Marc Chagall clearly this house should be upside down and balanced on its gable, while goats play green fiddles and old men hunker down in a sky of gypsy colors there... Continue Reading →
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