I’ve always felt like a queen of winter. A mother of dragons. A warrior astride a polar bear, a carriage drawn by swans, arctic foxes. I’ve been afraid of the…
The men of Silverkeep made her weep. They strung her up in the town square to a fat post, agreed to throw the key onto the lake’s floor. They fought…
When Mama loses another baby, Papa goes to the Folder in town, and has me made. Papa’s not a rich man, so I don’t get a mouth, because that costs…
No longer entre chien et loup, as the French say, between dog and wolf, that moment at dusk when twilight bows to darkness. No longer ache of arch—the lintel planed,…
She places the muscle on the worn table. Each chunk of flesh separated by a few inches. Wipes her hands on her canvas apron and dips her fingers into the…
I’m sorry that we split your stomach in two and bled you dry on my grandmother’s sheets. It pained me to see you so broken, your big white teeth nestled…
Chocolate pumpkin brownie with a side of regret. Compliments of the chef. Let go of what doesn’t make sense. How can I serve you? The stomach is a wall I…
One had never seen the beast. Its howls bounced through the trees as though there were hundreds. Maybe so, but One hoped it was but a simple trick. Her ears…
My sister keeps a snow globe and whispers wishes into it before bedtime. She says the globe brings bad luck to little girls like me, so stay away. I peek…
You can’t count on nature spirits to find babies wrapped in old sheets, by the side of the road and under the trees, gasping for their first breaths not quite…
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