I was a maiden when he gathered me. My broken legs were muddy from the shore of Pergusa, my fingertips red from clinging to stones. I tore beneath him then,…
Captain Hook and Mr. Darling are sitting poolside at the Holiday Inn. They’re smoking discount American cigarettes and slyly drinking cheap gin. Captain Hook and Mr. Darling are supposed to…
Petroglyphs, Lascaux wall creatures, all in browns and reds of easy dyes, or red hands on cave walls in the desert, prison inmates doing Shakespeare, England’s operas performed by the…
When my cousin set himself on fire, I knew it was the voices. Voices high as windchimes and the harps of angels,…
She passes the woods, the flowing brook, and arrives at a palace of locked closets. Its only prince is tired of soirees. The orchestra plays Mussorgsky in a blaze of…
Chocolate and warts don’t mix. Everybody knows that, but they don’t say. If you find yourself with a bad case of love-sickness, bathe with honey and lavender to keep your…
At the end of whatever lightless era We have known We come to a small clearing in the wood. The hut there rests on two clacking Bones And a chicken’s…
Every morning I write a suicide note and then throw it away. How do I explain the inherent freedom that comes from writing, I cannot go on or, this world…
The night the sun burned out we closed all the windows and hoped it wouldn’t rain. It hung empty above us like a winter stripped oak uprooted or a wheel…
Are you lost? Come closer (the trees have dreams that will seep into your pale skin) and rest on moss softening this place you trespassed because home is not home.…
Gingerbread House Lit Mag 