Georgia

Messiah | Nonfiction

Messiah | Nonfiction

He’s benevolent. He’s right. No, righteous. He tells Melanie her beautiful son with the bright red curls and pink cheeks—the newest parishioner—is the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He shakes hands. He shakes his wife until her teeth crack together. He tells us, “In...
Forsyth County Cartography | Poetry

Forsyth County Cartography | Poetry

concrete sidewalks cut through suburbs that dial 911, call ma’am, what’s your emergency? there’s a man outside, praying I think, he’s not from here, he’s not from here—branched streets of three-story houses and flat screen TVs, asbestos walls beyond,...