We wanted to be Keanu and to
know kung fu.
We chose keystrokes over sequoias
too large to put your arms around.
We have forgotten the stories
told from the...
I miss my face, the one my parents gave me. It was the color of oatmeal and had an awkward smile that never lined up with my eyes. No one ever knew if I was hap...
Michael Degnan lives on an island in Maine. His work has appeared in Maudlin House, Bending Genres, Emerge Literary Journal, Maudlin House, and elsewhere.