Fox don’t care
Like Fox beauty comes and Godtippy toe testing the edge of awareness untilwith a stroke of his fat brush tail –the color of my November maple –he marks the...
loose harvest
In another life, I was edible
flowers. I wore a fitted baby tee
that said tubular. It came to define
me. Fingerling sounds dirty—name of a...
This article was selected as a finalist in the 2013 DC Student Arts Journalism Challenge, an annual competition designed to identify and support talented...
Neon Reverie
The suit wore him—too white, too new. A cigar flared; smoke curled in balcony air. Penthouse whispers steeped in carat gold;his voice like...
bore more
bone marrow
lessons now here
plant neither nor
animal either or
lessons here now
nowhere amongst omnivores
creatures just beginning to assert their dominance
T. M. Hudenburg is glad this...