I dream of a girl with copper coins covering her eyes. She flies over hard packed snow in a sleigh pulled not by horses, but swirls of snowflakes that take…
On that spit of sea-spying land Alexander the Great claimed and named as his own, war finally forced itself like a sick lover. My father would hurry my French stepmother…
Once and many times, there lived a man who, devoting himself to beauty, swore that he would take no wife unless she was as beautiful as a rose. Finding no…
The men of Silverkeep made her weep. They strung her up in the town square to a fat post, agreed to throw the key onto the lake’s floor. They fought…
When Mama loses another baby, Papa goes to the Folder in town, and has me made. Papa’s not a rich man, so I don’t get a mouth, because that costs…
My sister keeps a snow globe and whispers wishes into it before bedtime. She says the globe brings bad luck to little girls like me, so stay away. I peek…
I. Immovable Ana looked for Miguel in the café where they had met Sunday mornings. She hurried through their favorite bookstore, glancing down each aisle, and along the bridge where…
With just a casual glance into the swamp when the fog lifts, it’s possible to spot them abandoned there on a rotting stump, she had to leave in such a…
He found her in the woods, meandering through the ferns along a deer path, and he felt that cold sweat of searching lift from him. She moved in short steps,…
You’ve not seen beetles like hers, such gentle wing-noise and pearlescent blue. In spring she cooks with the doors open, those are the days I find bugs all over. In…
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