are too young to use makeup or talk about cute boys. Instead, they beckon her with a bathroom mirror. Bloody Mary, they whisper three times, a mantra complete with strained,…
Pigeon feathers don’t faze me. Nor numbers. Isn’t three just another name for God? Tesla’s no God, no devil either only a man born in a storm. The others cross…
A god, not my father, takes me to the beach, where I lie down, thinking what is the place called where the sea wets the sand? I press my fingers into…
Ask wikiHow to ward off the witch with her flat black claws tapping on the transit door while a jukebox grows in your ears and you wipe your french fry…
I’m hungry, she said, like any child. We were all hungry come the spring. The girl would not eat with us. They brought me her heart. I know it was…
I find warmth between the pines of two countries past the forgotten wooden rake and shattered granite sundial. The trail stretches along the spit shedding light by light dark into…
After sex, she straightens her stockings then reapplies her lipstick and as she rolls down the tube, she feels a phantom, a ghost curling up inside her chest She remembers…
We’ve gotten it wrong all these years, Cinderella needed fire to be reborn, like jack pine or birch which rushes in to claim the land after a fresh fire. Consider…
When have we seen our own hands as if a beast apart, like Descartes, not belonging to our thinking core? Hands gone rogue. Left hand renegade. Right hand scapegrace. A…
“I can’t leave you here,” she said, “the mud is deep and your tires are bald.” I didn’t know tread but I went along, placing my boots behind her steps,…
