Someone was here before me—the tracks always leading in, never out. I can’t see myself in focus—the snow no mirror. Mirage, maybe. I’ve always been walking, it seems, on the…

How do you grieve for someone that you never knew? I have too many sad days for laying lilies For mourning babies I never birthed So I am made up…

The halls were longer then, the ceiling arched like the sky above the forest where I’d lived, a shadowed girl tended by fairies. What did I know of treachery? Squirrels…

In this yeast that spits, we turn our knuckles white and raw like overripe peaches. In 1,000 years, I wonder if I’ll remember how you smelled: hickory and oaked, like…

In my dreams she is alive again, but death has made her younger. No longer eighteen, she toddles on a windowsill, a moldy, lukewarm child. I don’t care; I’ll raise…

We skipped the fairytales when you were younger. Forget dead mothers, evil women others. Forget the dark woods, wolves, welcoming homes filled with overly large ovens. Forget hovels filled with…