It’s dark inside the witch. Gretl’s body is disjointed. Dismembered. In the process of being eaten, she was reduced to her component parts, until she was only bits that are…
I’d rather you ask than stare so. I’d rather the impertinent question than the darting away of guilty eyes. This crude stitching, this ladder up my face—deerskin leather cord, a…
We waited for signs we waited for a requiem from heaven’s muse we burnt offerings of lavender & rosemary we waited for a song to lead us we tattooed the…
We imagine to hunt & forage on the sandy streambank, to follow the paved path & burst out through the trees. But the Fox Mother has shown us her teeth,…
How the signs of fallcarry portent—firstchimney ash smattered over brick hearth signifiesnew fire in my heart.The Orange Flame: hollow me out and I will carry youto new fame. How couldyou…
I stalk your yellow curtains, your laundry still in the machine, click my fingernails on the walls, scratch them into your cheek. You still dream of me. My kisses become…
in this version he didn’t know his daughter was sitting among the little apples when he traded the tree its fruit (his daughter) to the devil it is the devil…
My plants wind tightbinding wrist and ankle around a spindle dropped unlike a truthrobbed and twisted, a garment handed back to me, more costly than a half-developed will & not so easily overcome. How beautiful it…
Bride: They did not pull me from the monster’s ribs. But I am supposed to be like him. How do I deal with the knowledge that I am help parenthetical…
The air is satin I can barely breathe it and I can’t surface above it to catch my breath The moon is a brushed cymbal My skin hears it day…
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