& sometimes I think it would have been easier if the princess had thrown herself off the glass mountain. {It’s what I would have done} What’s the use in waiting?…
Outside the entrance to the Underworld, the vendors were making a brisk business. They sold rings with pomegranate seeds for jewels, stoppered bottles with water from three sacred rivers, twists…
For a few years after the children left, I walked the cold mile each week to a soul-shaking, snake-charming, tongue-speaking church, an open hall of concrete block and cheap paint.…
With or without you, I have no fear to say I watched Maleficent, a fairy without wings, a woman with a male in her name, like the bodily rites of…
They would have hewn her a glass coffin had pinewood not been so plentiful. And kept her above ground, had her bruises faded. Kissed her, had any been princes. I…
Snow White sits on the hood of your car ripped jeans, knees like ivory cigarette between candy-apple lips. She’s waiting for the bell to ring. A wilderness parking lot the…
He feels the creaking in his aged knees as he ascends the steps onto the porch upon his return from a walk that had found him, despite the autumn rain,…
I will put a fern in my hair so you will not drown me there. “It is not a drowning it is to live with,” you purled underneath the Cuyahoga…
The man and woman moved in and found jellyfish in the bathtub. The world was out of protective gloves and nets. They stared at the claw foot full of jiggling…
Her name like almost falling, she nonetheless in every rerun catches, steels herself, glares bullets at the world’s chumps and sticks it to gravity in high heels. Mark Jackley …
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