“You have time,” they said, as if time was something I could hold, could own. They called me starling, a word so much like starving. Little star. In my earliest memory, I’m spreading toothpaste on their comforter: sticky-wet medallions of green purple gold. Nothing was dangerous then, not even the sting of menthol in a […]
Zeke Shomler
ZEKE SHOMLER is an MA/MFA candidate at the University of Alaska Fairbanks. His work has appeared in Folio, Cordite, Sierra Nevada Review, and elsewhere.
