Author: Maxine Kumin

You have forty-nine days between Death and rebirth if you’re a Buddhist. Even the smallest soul could swim The English […]

And suppose the darlings get to Mantua, Suppose they cheat the crypt, what next? Begin With him, unshaven. Though not, […]

Gassing the woodchucks didn’t turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange Was featured as merciful, […]

Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest His frugal bones, once kept a tidy account By knifecut of some long-gone harvest. […]