Poetry by Kelli Russell Agodon
It’s too much white space and not enough hot sauce on the popcorn.
It’s too much white space and not enough hot sauce on the popcorn.
Chaos is a gaping seam in the orderly surface that everyone wants to believe in.
The words I find most comforting during the pandemic are words of unity.
I was twelve and barely knew who Trump was, but it was still disturbing.
'Beacons' was more autobiographical than most of the fiction I do.
What passions rage in my heart, is that what you mean?
Rural southwestern Virginia is not the Deep South, and Appalachia by its very nature is gothic.
She gestured in the direction her friends had headed. 'That’s an expensive car full of black people.'
The police had taken Mike’s laptop and phone, so I had to find what I could without them.
Grinning like a mattress-store salesman, Sam handed us all hardhats and protective eyeglasses.