here at sinkhole, we’re explorers, not explainers – our goal is to chart the world's complexities, to resist the echo chamber, and to engage in the difficult work of empathy.
FICTION: “It was the year of revolution and malaise and gas lines. The year of swingers’ parties. The year our parents found their visions of life irreconcilable, old-school Episcopalian liberal and new age feminist.”
FICTION: “By day, she’s retired silent film actress Gypsy McCrea, relishing her glory days in her mansion of solitude. . . By night, she’s kicking ass and taking names as Sylvia Steele, crime fighter and martial arts expert.”
FICTION: “The man’s black clothes lay in a pile at the side of the railroad tracks – a neat, folded pile such as a man might make for clothes he meant to put in a dresser.”
POETRY: “A seed of sage within my mother's womb I attune to a sacrament of Psalms…”
CREATIVE NONFICTION: An ode to a rediscovered flavor.
POETRY: "One theory can be fundamental, until replaced by something far more fundamental."
CREATIVE NONFICTION: Not much has changed since Columbine.
POETRY: "There is the winter I fall from the bannister two flights. I break all my ribs except two, puncture my little sack of lung, and crack a single vertebra..."
POETRY: "Seven wide-eyed young ones who never heard of Abbey Hoffman, or considered suggesting levitating the pentagon..."
POETRY: "Shorn from shore, a horn sounds off the pike, twinkling from a handheld (radio)..."
POETRY: "Flat on the bathroom floor at 2 a.m. -- eyes open, and the porcelain font loomed above me like a ghastly chalice."
POETRY: "You’ll likely have your own list of these: misheard lyrics amusing to recollect and share with feigned shame."
POETRY: "It's a bet of long odds that my final words will be notable or recorded."
FICTION: "Usually only six out of twenty-six have done the assigned reading, even though I’ve stopped assigning novels in favor of short stories and poems."
FICTION: "James Chipperfield hadn’t filed with the Federal Election Commission yet."
FICTION: "The Sunday after Granna died, Jacey went to church and stood up with the choir."
