Room, Author at ROOM Magazine

Letter to my daughter

Posted by Room | Sep 9, 2012 | Poetry, Reading Room

I. Vows A hardscrabble climb up the hillside, I. Vows A hardscrabble climb up the hillside, the thin chorus of marmots raised by my footsteps. If your small brow rested on my back the good weight could hold me here, until the...

The Haunting of His Name

Posted by Room | Sep 9, 2012 | Poetry, Reading Room

The man who loves you is nothing but a ghost. He walks through walls, his name on your mouth like prayer. —for my mothers The man who loves you is nothing but a ghost. He walks through walls, his name on your mouth like prayer....

The poem I am not going to write

Posted by Room | Jun 14, 2012 | Poetry, Reading Room

The poem I am not going to write excuses herself daily, needs to wash her hair, roust the dust bunnies from under the bed, empty the worn-out clothes that malinger in her closet. The poem I am not going to write excuses herself...

The Sculptor

Posted by Room | Jun 14, 2012 | Fiction, Reading Room

Amy places the whisker back into the mug of steamed milk and glances over at Kat next to a pile of empty teacups. She sits on the tall kitchen chopping block, sketchbook balanced on her lap. She snaps the book closed and hops...

The Works of Angels

Posted by Room | Mar 14, 2012 | Poetry, Reading Room

I thought we were dead when Dave spread his maps across the wheel and took off his glasses to consult them while his semi careened unchecked down the interstate. I thought we were dead when Dave spread his maps across the wheel...