Daniel Andrews
[CREATIVE NONFICTION] Autumn II. A painter is asked by the pragmatist: “Hey man, can you paint me? Nothing interpretive. Keep it literal.” T...
[CREATIVE NONFICTION] Autumn II. A painter is asked by the pragmatist: “Hey man, can you paint me? Nothing interpretive. Keep it literal.” T...
[FICTION] Washing Machine Time When I was little I’d sit in front of the washing machine with my dog and watch the clothes circle round and round in suds...
[FICTION] Supposed To She was told this parking garage was a safe distance from her destination. She parked on the third level. In her lap, a phone vibra...
"Goody has a passion for detail and a desire for exactitude that, at its best, has the probing quality of early Sharon Olds. Her images pile up to refine a...
Love Is a Dirty Word I am eight years old the first time I hear the word ‘lesbian’. I’m flipping through the channels on the television, nose plugged and...
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Oklahoma Garbagescape We are driftwood spider limbs embracing an old tire Beercan hearts beating in bodies of scattered foam We are sulfur ...