I had a dream where Yuknavitch and I are girls together, and we are in the bath and she is writing letter shapes in the soap bubbles on my back.
Perhaps someday I’ll learn how to charm the cobra.
Bayou is pleased to announce the winners, finalists, and runners-up of our annual James Knudsen Prize in Fiction and Kay Murphy Prize in Poetry.
I came back to reality when the Land Rover behind me honked. I went through the green light, pulled into the McDonalds parking lot, and read the first three chapters.
On the front there’s a desert scene with a U.F.O. and a saguaro with lobster claws that says “Outer Lobster.”
I’m afraid I’m rather old-fashioned.
It seems likely that I am a scab-picker of the human heart.