- By Catherine Fox
"I came back warm from a long winter run to find my daughter on the couch, feet raised, arm wrapped in a wet towel, a glass of chocolate milk on the end table where her father’s ashes used to be."—from “Dark Smoke Rose,” Volume 60, Issue 3 (Fall 2019)
Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
I’ll let it speak for itself (and for how I ugly I found the world in the third grade):
The Stunningly Ugly Witch and the Repulsive Pheasant
One day on Halloween night a stunningly ugly witch flew on a broomstick to a graveyard. She put out a bubbling cauldron and said “itchky...