Filling the Dresser

When Alison arrived, her mom was sitting on the curb in handcuffs. Alison sat down on the curb next to her. She kept her elbows on her knees, her wrists dangling freely – she didn’t want people thinking she’d been arrested too. Sitting on a curb in the flashing blue and red lights made her… More

Flipping (Bulimia) with Isaac Murphy

Jacob T. McCall They say my hands are strong enough to draw blood on the bits in a colt’s

 mouth. They don’t notice
 how I will only eat collards 
 for a month before the post-date.

 As trainers pace chestnut geldings and smoky colts over   the Kentucky clay, training them for the derby, I… More