She tries writing him poetry, but he doesn’t read poetry. She tries painting him, but she paints the soul rather than the face, and he can’t recognize himself. She tries…
“Damosel, said Arthur, what sword is that, that yonder the arm holdeth above the water? I would it were mine, for I have no sword. Sir Arthur, king, said the…
“Poems eat people, like people eat poems,” she whispered through the stacks. I was pretending to be a librarian, but I was really on the run. “Do I know you?”…
Once upon a time— The world spilt open and everyone walked around the gaps in the ground. There was a place that didn’t exist anymore set into the center of…
A man pushes off from shore in his boat, pulling his oars through indifferent swells. He slows to a drift, not too far out, and tucks the oars back in.…
John Svelten died in the hallway of his apartment complex in Hollywood when I was a freshman in college. He’d tied a rope to the iron rungs of the stairwell…
Day 24 Sarah discovered that she was pregnant with her first child on the day that she found a rat dropping in the hallway of her home. When she told…
The witch was hungry. She had been hungry for as long as she could remember. The centuries folded themselves over and over like the dough she was currently folding into…
There is a paper little house with a paper little man. He has a wife and when they make love, there is the scritch scratch of paper rubbing against one…
The woodcutter is at a loss. Gretel, not quite fifteen, is cavorting with lycanthropic girls, stumbling home in the dim hours of morning, reeking of urine and musk, tufts of…
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