Wheeling

Driving a girl whose father loathed me, son of an Italian who labored on the open hearth, in a borrowed green Comet the PA line into Wheeling. Eighteen was legal in West Virginia: Marlboros and [...]

Epigenesis

The moon leavens. Clumps of petrified potash gleam like fists in the furrow corrugation. Gymnosperm spills in the couch grass. Cropheld and fallow there is more beneath the sole than upturned by [...]