The soul tries to be good. Your brain breaks, spits fire, leans toward evil, gerrymanders grimoires, makes antiquarian excuses, crafts werewolf rules to cram your day job into the schedule…
She invites me into her kitchen, wood shavings and pulp curl at her feet. She chisels the last detail with a flourish, smiles boldly, teeth the color of willow. There…
Only a cog in a grand machine I groan scrape no oil to slake my bit routine I rebel I rebel hear me I rebel below the turning wheel all…
I’d rather you ask than stare so. I’d rather the impertinent question than the darting away of guilty eyes. This crude stitching, this ladder up my face—deerskin leather cord, a…
We waited for signs we waited for a requiem from heaven’s muse we burnt offerings of lavender & rosemary we waited for a song to lead us we tattooed the…
We imagine to hunt & forage on the sandy streambank, to follow the paved path & burst out through the trees. But the Fox Mother has shown us her teeth,…
How the signs of fallcarry portent—firstchimney ash smattered over brick hearth signifiesnew fire in my heart.The Orange Flame: hollow me out and I will carry youto new fame. How couldyou…
I stalk your yellow curtains, your laundry still in the machine, click my fingernails on the walls, scratch them into your cheek. You still dream of me. My kisses become…
in this version he didn’t know his daughter was sitting among the little apples when he traded the tree its fruit (his daughter) to the devil it is the devil…
My plants wind tightbinding wrist and ankle around a spindle dropped unlike a truthrobbed and twisted, a garment handed back to me, more costly than a half-developed will & not so easily overcome. How beautiful it…
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