Francine Witte

In the shark world, even, there are rules, laws about sleepswimming and razor teeth and what the sharkbelly wants. Like my father and his own rules, laws for his kingdom, our tiny apartment with the neighbors’ fo...

Francine Witte

Any Other Street would be made of asphalt, black pitch pillowing in the August heat. But this street is woven with bones and ash and anything else leftover when a dream dies. It’s the kind of street you try to av...

Francine Witte

Dream Lover All those nights I wanted John to call. See how good? See how really good I can quit you? But he didn’t listen. Or call. Just shows up in a dream last week with the past slung over his shoulder, ...

Francine Witte

Every night when the sun sets, I see her. Just over my shoulder like a blind spot in the rearview. Always. Been like this forever. I tell this to my best friend Al, and she laughs her giggly laugh, the one that makes me ...