Monthly Archives: November 2013

Letter to Jane from Northern California by Kate Garklavs

Dear J: I write from an Automat where I sit beside an unfinished sandwich, ham salad. Kidding! Sandwiches don’t exist in the 21st century, much as weathervanes, blood pressure and good intentions are obsolete. Recently I revert to the glass promises of yesteryear: to sip tea in the atrium when the sky inflates with violence; to rediscover the porn stash on the receding bank ...