Sonnet © 2020 Matthew de Lacey Davidson
Fiction
I was driving north in Ypsilanti near the old projects — this big block of shitty apartments with a shitty parking lot. They were near the old…
We met over a well-worn stretch of countertop, divots from years of dropped coins, dirty palms resting, eyes flashing to the security camera. It…
“Morality’s a gesture. A complicated gesture learnt from books.”– Robert Bolt (A Man for All Seasons, 1960)
wet coins dry
on carseat covered
There is a woman in front of me in the grocery store line. She is surrounded by four kids all under the age of eight. She looks old…