this cape cod of two gables with dirt floor & this dream i’ve been having since toddlerdom — it’s kingdom-castle, crown-tiara, or william castle with gaffes, plastic skeletons flung out…
The horses’ mouths were always open, lips strained against invisible bits that promised no safety if, suddenly free, they turned in passion to devour riders, wheeling in an instant around…
Nothing was more beautiful in Hitchcock’s ornithology — than his blonde haired, green silk heron. The film’s sophisticate. A fisher of fine things and solutions to her fountainous boredom. Her naked…
Shahrayar is my husband & I will die tonight. I am common, though beautiful & have done nothing more than sleep in my skin & know myself as woman. Father…
Chloe shoves her tongue between a jagged tooth and the pulp of destroyed gums beneath it. The pain is a certain kind of itch, so she presses through, flooding her…
outside / you give me your scarf / the street lights are red every bar song is closing / time to the fog of your breath. I will not say…
3 and brightly colored seated next to me he unknown to me we are always talking about the ways another acts and another laughs it never serves to know all…
Rain pours for eight straight days in August. Rains out the high school football game, rains out the county fair, rains out the weekly farmers’ market. The river between the…
After Little Red Riding Hood Firs as green as guts of emeralds dipped in oceans scratch my cheeks. Bark and pitch beneath my shoes a crunching susurrus. And paths are…
The late-season storm darkening the amphitheater and the great apron of lawn running down to the train station, the creaking of trees and flaying of leaves and cannon from Brandywine…
Gingerbread House Lit Mag 