Pipe zombie is pronounced in French. It is a Caribbean wildflower with folkloric uses. It’s always hot love or vengeance That makes all you people …
First crack the egg and let it flow over her auburn hair. Then imagine dead people and forest fairy-walks as her favorite color drips like lemon juice over closed, trusting…
“When a storyteller dies A library burns” -Moroccan Proverb There are no more storytellers in the Jemaa El Fna. They couldn’t compete with the electric music or the din…
You burned all of my brothers. Now I’ll return the favor and take your precious little girl, stupid enough to touch my spindle. I’ll return the favor because I’m the…
The dew on her face exposes her as a former beauty. Silver curls crawl out of her black hood, through the ivy. You have been lost— wandering through brambles all…
My superhero showed up dead drunk on dilithium crystals, which he had brushed against while trying to fix the ship’s warp drive. A likely story, I said, knowing he had…
I’m not ungrateful, understand. Your hands were gentle, I trusted you, my shattered wing a certain death in winter fog. Tonight again you move across my skin, our white lake,…
because they look like Superman’s Fortress of Solitude. But he doesn’t reply, and I see now that I’ve mixed my stories up at the start. My ex-husband is Kay, the…
We will have cake, and you won’t see my trouble, you’ll only see your sister’s eyes as she looks on, the candle flames, the sweet. You’ll eat, you’ll pass the…
I went with him into the hole. I was trying to be with him, the way anyone might follow a lover, the one we hope would touch us in darkness.…
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