No one believed the child. They say there’s a sucker born every minute, but in fact four people come squalling into the world every second of the day, each and…
You left there in old age A snow ball off the slope Heard a bus to heaven (or to hell) Heard a field without any crop growing there Which may…
He touches the nape of her neck and undoes the clasp of her bra, breaks the lock, and rescues her over and over. He pulls her yellow hair from her…
I began to pierce the skin below my waist, slowly, the needle, looped with locks of my red hair, Stitch. Sew. Thigh by thigh. Magic isn’t something you can give…
Bodies have been sprouting from the groves for years, pale flowers breaking under the face of the moon, stretching mangled limbs toward the pine barrens and the sea. Her hair…
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…
Gingerbread House Lit Mag 