There is a ghost in my kitchen. She’s standing behind me. While I peel the plantains, she leans forward and askes, “Why didn’t you love me? Why? Why? Why?” I…
For Cathy After you wrote Beelzebub, again I saw you bird-scattered at high altitudes in all of my futures. The voices told you to live above the tree line, to…
I didn’t mean to be evil. Ok? It just comes with the territory. Stepmother. Second wife. I’ve done this all before. I do. Happily ever after. Maybe that’s what they…
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…
Please list your assets and/or gross family income: All the trees of the forest, all the moss of river stones, every mushroom, toadstool, lichen, all lesser fairies, every moth, cobweb,…
After a teen runs into me. After, without words, the Gardening attendant scoops up shards of adobe blown aisle-wide. After she smiles in a double-shift way and offers the pot…
We say this, she’s a monster, meaning his wife, girlfriend, or the bride-to-be, he’s a monster, meaning a man good in bed or a puppy that chews our leather sandals to…
When they crammed me into clothes, dropped me at the school, unceremoniously, with all the other little beasts. I knew the jig was up. I knew this wasn’t going to…
Get up! Get up! She’s gone! —Glinda the Good Witch, The Wizard of Oz Thinking sunlight or scrub would erase the cologne from scarves and coats I gathered, this piled…
There is a paper little house with a paper little man. He has a wife and when they make love, there is the scritch scratch of paper rubbing against one…
Gingerbread House Lit Mag 