All the children whose mothers threatened to take them back to the orphanage were left standing at the bottom of the stairs, fast-packed suitcases in hand, facing the door with…
On 43rd street, a yellow house sits like an egg, waiting to hatch a new family. For the past few weeks, the newly married have tried naked and naked again…
Pipe zombie is pronounced in French. It is a Caribbean wildflower with folkloric uses. It’s always hot love or vengeance That makes all you people …
First crack the egg and let it flow over her auburn hair. Then imagine dead people and forest fairy-walks as her favorite color drips like lemon juice over closed, trusting…
The Moose wanders the wilderness—an ocean of timber and terror. Heart in its throat. Fear on its back. By the blue burn of the moon, seized by a thousand hands…
“When a storyteller dies A library burns” -Moroccan Proverb There are no more storytellers in the Jemaa El Fna. They couldn’t compete with the electric music or the din…
You burned all of my brothers. Now I’ll return the favor and take your precious little girl, stupid enough to touch my spindle. I’ll return the favor because I’m the…
The dew on her face exposes her as a former beauty. Silver curls crawl out of her black hood, through the ivy. You have been lost— wandering through brambles all…
My superhero showed up dead drunk on dilithium crystals, which he had brushed against while trying to fix the ship’s warp drive. A likely story, I said, knowing he had…
I’m not ungrateful, understand. Your hands were gentle, I trusted you, my shattered wing a certain death in winter fog. Tonight again you move across my skin, our white lake,…
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