Bill Kimzey

I cannot breathe. I am swaddled in paper dark in a box with mummied glasses and candlesticks. I am not upset with you stowing me here, but y...

Pawn I A pawn of blond wood stained dark is easily stranded in shadows of a book box kept by fear for last— the shelves already full.  ...

His Big House Jack’s friends lit candles. Libby read Kindness . I shook all the hands— sustained embraces. When the last gues...