Hinges creak, and she swirls in the door, puts her finger to blue lips. Cold takes the old woodcutter, eyes open, breath frozen in his beard. But crystals melt in…
They warn you about me in bone-strewn fairy tales; The thwarted girl prickled heavy with thorns, The eyes that bulge with death and un-lodged scales, The dragging, messy weight of…
We start with a girl sitting in uncut grass. It is spring. The grass is sweet, like melon rinds. We start with a chariot, and an old god who gets…
All night I’ve been watching the blue streaks of birds outside the window covering the cosmos in a cloak of encounter. There is a single visible tree still smoking from…
My sister is levity personified, a floating angel cake of a person tethered to the walking world by bright ribbons. The Light Princess, they call her. They have done so…
The Other Wife hangs in a tarnished frame on Lucinda’s mother-in-law’s dining room wall, lovely in her white lace. “When are you having a child?” says Lucinda’s mother-in-law. “It’s not…
Their apocalyptic Tour-de-Eiffel figure scathes the gunmetalskyline; puncturing the fog like an anesthetist’s needle.The steep clouds rolling across the land could be the smoked abdomensof genies—which seem a direct effect of their frayed…
she searches for herself in burnt grass, speckled shoes scuttling on crystal glass as winter slippers over flaxen-haired hills & wolves rehearse what to say — she is soaked in…
From the late nineteenth century onward, studies on the Maghreb relate the belief that a child can ‘fall asleep’ in its mother’s womb. It is thought that a sudden traumatic…
fumbling in wet-darkmy fingers are rotting:to give the girl gold and gold and gold because I can’t speaklike Will or Petrarch,she tells everyone that I threatened her child a girl…
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