Contributions by Amie Whittemore

Issue 15 | Summer 2014

Dream of the Ark

By | Poetry

My brothers will not name their sons Hiram though I see them— bird-chested boys with floppy ears and big noses climbing trees and throwing rocks through windows of abandoned garages, whose shouting springs kernels from their cobs. But when my brothers and I meet for dinner and speak of our future children, it’s like children …