Father Time by Sarah Endsley Ants on the phone Mouse in a glue trap A burnt lampshade Small hairline scar…
Boston, July 2010 by Sarah Endsley The horses are dark & skittish-- and when I turn, their eyes flare-- I've…
autobiography by sarah endsley I’m just here to see the show. Waiting for the curtain. Pretending that time exists, and…
inspired by you, a few months ago. by sarah endsley We could have been friends if not for him-- though…
Joshua Starr by sarah Met a guy at the 7-11 on Sun. He hopped in my car and slept on…
Episodes, 18 and 27 by sarah endsley That night in New York, he had thrown matches from the rooftops, while…
For C. by sarah endsley In eastern Washington, early August when the sundown smokes the sky into a purple haze,…
untitled by sarah endsley I. There was never enough time for this, for anything. For you or me. For sycamores.…
Before and After the crash by sarah endsley Before the crash, we were stylish-- we danced, rhythmically we imagined the…
insecurity by sarah endsley A grey abandoned pipe. An open field. Climb inside, trace the cracks. Still, it is round,…