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…

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…

        When my cousin set himself on fire, I knew it was the voices.          Voices high as windchimes and the harps of angels,…