by S.H. Woodgeard | Sep 27, 2024 | Fiction, Issue #7, Issues
Christie was full of baloney. She was bent over the plastic carton, rolling up slices, dipping them in honey mustard, and popping them in her mouth as though they were escargot—drippy, slimy, little snails. She’d finished half the package already, which was not...
by S.H. Woodgeard | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Not enoughgo back outsays DadIt’s colderwettermore snowGo back outget moresays DadWe lug ourmetal pail tothe coal pileUnder whitewith spadeswe chip at blackLittle comeshands red and numbwe dig A current MFA candidate at Wichita State University, S.H. Woodgeard lives...
