I see spring in winter, my rage melts into tears, my soul wings upward, coils down to the fire and snake in the earth’s core. My eyes pet my cat, posing on the window sill like she thinks she’s the sphinx, purring without reason, her silence the riddle without question. In my bed my woman […]
About Robert Earleywine
Robert Earleywine teaches fiction writing at Washington University in St. Louis. His work has appeared in Apoch, Delmar, Natural Bridge, Scintilla, and The Webster Review, among others.