Contributions by Samantha Killmeyer

Issue 18 | Summer 2016

Staring into Klein Bottles

By | Poetry

When Rich was late he would come through the kitchen door, still wearing his tie, matched to the color of his socks, and lie down in the last empty space. One night he pulled a package from his worn briefcase, exhumed a bulbous piece of glass from bubble wrap. It was a small creature in …