“until I can remember what it felt like to (whisper it) cut. Being the blue cloudless & hands ghosting. Until I can feel 20,000 heartbeats under the sea, until I am a flagellate or a ciliate, until my blood don’t sing no more…” Read it here: Play Again Advertisements
An outstanding review from Sheldon Lee Compton, with very kind words about my included story! “In Best Small Fictions, there are stories such as Anna Lea Jancewicz’s “Marriage” where the narrator likens marriage to combining ketchup from two half empty bottles to make one full bottle. Anyone who has worked in a small diner or […]
