Ted and Alice keep a closet full of faces. They hang on little hangers next to shirts and trousers and skirts and blouses. The arrangement makes getting ready for work…
She sobs beneath the tree in the shade at dusk: Quiver, quiver, little tree, bring my father back to me; a child’s incantation, a spell, a wish no godmother ever…
She planted things on the edge of the Lake: a baking pan, a glass jar full of marbles that spilled into the dirt. Topaz and orange balls gleamed like small…
Here is what your journey left you: Life in limbo; snake-bit ankles, serpentine windpipe, the slither of dead veins, crusted with half-blood. Life split like a baby’s skull, shattered into…
I was a maiden when he gathered me. My broken legs were muddy from the shore of Pergusa, my fingertips red from clinging to stones. I tore beneath him then,…
Captain Hook and Mr. Darling are sitting poolside at the Holiday Inn. They’re smoking discount American cigarettes and slyly drinking cheap gin. Captain Hook and Mr. Darling are supposed to…
The woods had been dead for who knows how long. Left behind were tree trunks that rose into colonies of black branch, brush on the forest floor that was orange…
Petroglyphs, Lascaux wall creatures, all in browns and reds of easy dyes, or red hands on cave walls in the desert, prison inmates doing Shakespeare, England’s operas performed by the…
They came today. Not with a grand entrance, they didn’t need one. The Rodadora didn’t feel entitled: they simply took what was theirs, and it all belonged to them. The…
When my cousin set himself on fire, I knew it was the voices. Voices high as windchimes and the harps of angels,…