The pool didn’t reek of chlorine—only light. The grass was cut into perfect, manicured squares along the pavement. Twelve years old, I ate in silence, a linen napkin folded in my lap. Club sandwiches on china— mini glass bottles of Heinz; Grey Poupon. Ceiling fans turned slowly. Air-conditioning hummed in the lobby, a breeze lifting […]
Ian Golub
Ian Golub holds an MFA in poetry from Bennington College. His work has appeared or will soon appear in Havik, Red River Review, Sky Island Journal, Small Orange, and Tethered Literary. He lives in the Washington, D.C. area, where he splits his time between writing, working, and volunteering as a ski patroller.