From the late nineteenth century onward, studies on the Maghreb relate the belief that a child can ‘fall asleep’ in its mother’s womb. It is thought that a sudden traumatic…
fumbling in wet-darkmy fingers are rotting:to give the girl gold and gold and gold because I can’t speaklike Will or Petrarch,she tells everyone that I threatened her child a girl…
would be a child in a house made of pastryand confections, overtaken with craving,with wanting, eating the very walls she livedin. Filling her mouth with cavities and butterscotchtablets; soon, the…
I’ll tell you how to get ridOf the woman in your closet.Give her an apple and two hairs,One white, one black,And if that doesn’t suffice, we’ll go a little more…
I. Autumn burns low, and I come home to find her lungs have once more filled with feathers. So I pump them out, make sure she eats, get ticking from…
Once you’ve glimpsedthe folding quarter, duplicate Queenof Hearts, and coiled string, you can’t unsee. Once you’ve solved the floating guru, puzzle ring, and sword-stabbed stranger, then you know:a world where rabbits dwell in…
The witch hikes up her loathsome rags,hunkered down in a stone hovelwith the patience of a tick bite. She opens the door to call them infor their morning grain, the…
Draculaura I tell them I faint when I see blood, be it rare meat or a scab on a knee. I don’t tell them it’s dyslexia, that it’s anxiety that…
My mother named meafter the dollwith real hair.When she diedshe said feed heryour meals ask herfor help. Every day Iput cabbage borschporridge or beerthere—the mouthremained: rowof black, noopeninglarger than thecavity…
I am trying to forget a manI don’t want to forget.He could harp the strings of my bodywith his spacetime eyes. You could be a dancer, he said and I…
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