I’ve always felt like a queen of winter. A mother of dragons. A warrior astride a polar bear, a carriage drawn by swans, arctic foxes. I’ve been afraid of the…
No longer entre chien et loup, as the French say, between dog and wolf, that moment at dusk when twilight bows to darkness. No longer ache of arch—the lintel planed,…
She places the muscle on the worn table. Each chunk of flesh separated by a few inches. Wipes her hands on her canvas apron and dips her fingers into the…
I’m sorry that we split your stomach in two and bled you dry on my grandmother’s sheets. It pained me to see you so broken, your big white teeth nestled…
Chocolate pumpkin brownie with a side of regret. Compliments of the chef. Let go of what doesn’t make sense. How can I serve you? The stomach is a wall I…
One had never seen the beast. Its howls bounced through the trees as though there were hundreds. Maybe so, but One hoped it was but a simple trick. Her ears…
You can’t count on nature spirits to find babies wrapped in old sheets, by the side of the road and under the trees, gasping for their first breaths not quite…
In this vast and choppy ocean of conversation, we have so much to lose. Moisture, mostly, that easy lubrication of vein and tongue, heart and lung, thought and word. In…
We could have been happy. In the shriek of the gales hear our seven sons wail. Did I not warn you, beloved? Did I not ask for just one thing—…
In July the dandelions glowed so hard they threatened to burn anything within reach. Now they’re almost invisible, the lawn a field of wishes tossed in wind. I’ve…
