Little one, you fringe my dreams with lanugo, one minute: fetus; the next: vernix of red flame. It doesn’t scorch my arms to cradle your fire and ice. When all…
I. My skeleton is no set of bones but a hunger I’ve buried. A yearning for a god with the mind of the moon, a radiant string of revolutions. I…
When they said her boy couldn’t graduate from their school, she lifted all the dirt from Mayor Turner’s garden and showered it down, letting a new pitcher’s mound form on…
After almost being cooked alive in the hour-long ride, we clamber from the car and into the open. We promise to stay together, cross our hearts and hope to die,…
We are the night-things with yellow eyes, skin sprouting feathers and scales. We wait for ourselves with umbrellas; we are impossibilities of loneliness. We are that which calls to itself,…
Half the time you can’t say what did us in, besides the obvious: kids will be kids only as long as we’re around. Here’s your key. There’s a pool out…
Hermes, retired from his route and baffled by email, Spends his days strolling around the block with Apollo. Radiant, fading Aphrodite burns away her weeks awaiting Eros’ next visit. The…
My earliest memory is of a swarm of bees lifting me into the apple tree. I was four, hair the color of chrysanthemums. The bees anointed me their queen and…
Mother told me stories. They were stories of the monsters that hunt at night. She also told me of the rule our people have. There is only one. To prevent…
he burned our shoes the king our father there in the hall the doors thrown wide the generals and the nobles gathered to watch our shame dragged from our beds…
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