You wanted to be Rosamund, the girl in that famous dress, a single layer of sheer lace that left the body exposed to the eyes of the court. Walking down…
Start shaking the tree slowly at first. The apples have all been picked, so think small. Even if most of the good stuff has been taken or marked up in…
I. I was a child when we married, nineteen, with seasalt under my nails. It was February, beneath a dying oak. When he kissed me, there was a pearl hidden…
In the dream I am doubled. Gemini-selved. Split sisters who know each other’s mind. We walk with our arms around each other’s waists. Four eyes seeing the same world. The…
My sister followed a trip to the morgue to identify my remains with a visit to the liquor store and a pawnshop. I mirrored her shuffle through the aisles, directing…
Dark shades drawn on paneless frames, four days to find the honey girl, a pretty girl, with a shiny blackbird curled close to her sugar grain body. Still too dreamy…
What if the tower fell and took the stars? People line up to touch its cold gravity. They crowd around the top of it pressing ears to hear the last…
Everyone’s trying to get into the act, but who would have expected an ugly beast like him to croon like a Latin lover? His eye winking tearfully, such a deep…
Photograph, 1908 What shall we say of him, this shackled conjurer, light soaked and bristling like a blossom against the Harvard Bridge? Say he gathers the eyes of death to…
I don’t have enough moon today the girl says like an apple tree reddening in the middle of a creekbed the spot where polywogs wake up legged and untail themselves.…
Gingerbread House Lit Mag 