Like , maybe, a cavern beneath the midway where you can still hear the tinkling calliope music, the “Step right up, step right up,” still smell the spun sugar, buttered…
Her hair is Bohemian chic—lots of locks Loose and blow lovely, barely bound By light blue ribbon. Her uncovered breast Round as moon. Her whole pale palace. Pearly skin inside…
My sister and I were judged by some rogue fairy godmother, whose morality is as complex as a Disney cartoon. I was cursed for cussing the lewd compliments of construction…
They rise, or will rise when blue light says rise, and then, should the moon ease past and green wind shift, and all that ends begins to ripen beneath the…
The tiger crouched in the clearing, butterscotch eyes watching Em lazily. It was bigger than she had imagined one could be—bigger than the ones she scribbled in unsteady crayon with…
You left me from the start, eager to test newfound speed in the chase as you teased the huntsmen to race you through the moors and into the woods’ heart.…
The King loves when you’re in a cage. Candy canes melting in the microwave. He’s in the middle of the sky with the aggression of a nosebleed, driving licorice cough…
Chloe stared at herself in the mirror, captivated by the beautiful stranger she saw there. Her dark upswept hair, with tendrils that framed her long face, was delicately streaked with…
When at last through the trees we spot the towering outline of the pagoda, our bodies tense and we creep towards the clearing. We have traveled so far, and yet…
damp hand in mine, my daughter leads me back, to look up at the definite lace of black elm leaves against the changing sky. Will you remember these twilit…
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