On Monday, I will wake at eight o’clock, brush my teeth, make chocolate chip pancakes from scratch. I will put the dishes in the dishwasher without rinsing them, and they…
“The water will always fall, and will not fall, And the tipped bell make no sound. The grass will always be growing for hay Deep on the ground.” –“Medusa,” Louise…
There are trees, certainly. Great, tall, pale trees like the leg bones of long-dead giants that once walked the earth. Femurs left standing with no body to carry. And there…
Give me a little more wine and I’ll tell you. No, more than that. What, you think I won’t take advantage Of a royal wedding? Alright, fine: For weeks after…
Even ripening marble was too slow to catch more than the half of her: hair thick braids of wheat, wide eyes focused on distant oats whose stalks her hands had…
Slowly this coral braces for the back and forth by changing colors beginning with moonlight—in time the leaves become tea, gutted the way an old woman with beads weighs your…
1. BLACK Black as the sun’s shadow, the mare’s legs, feathery fetlocks plunge into the grass stained with moony tears. I’ve seen her in my dreams, as a horse-headed queen…
A purple dinner napkin unfurls on the little girl’s lap, like a ship’s sail. Forks and knives clink, glint silver as the silverfish that slip along between bathroom tiles. The…
He held the train tracks close to his chest On days so slow he thought they’d thaw And that the center would drop out the bottom Of the planet’s soft,…
People excluded from the party, stand outside in the rain. Tears mix with precipitation, create salt puddles beneath their eyes. A band plays jazz so smooth it’s creamy peanut butter.…
Gingerbread House Lit Mag 