“But he goes all quiet. His ghost eyes roll / up in his head, white-on-white-on-white, / and he runs his shaking hands over his scars, / looks up like he’s going to wish on a / star.” — Holly Walrath Copy Share Image
“They construct billboards out in the sea, painted allegories adorn their facades, hawking sex and sentiment to the opulent, the fortunate of the people of fortune, who bury their dead in the sand where the light of heaven is closest… — Holly Walrath Copy Share Image
“It’s amazing how much easier it is to bake a cake when you’ve got an eternity to get it right.” — Holly Walrath Copy Share Image
“But he goes all quiet. His ghost eyes roll / up in his head, white-on-white-on-white, / and he runs his shaking hands over his… — Holly Walrath Copy Share Image
“They construct billboards out in the sea, painted allegories adorn their facades, hawking sex and sentiment to the opulent, the fortunate of the people… — Holly Walrath Copy Share Image
