The Company of Others
a pattern emerges: I flatten myself, turn sharp corners—make edges out of elbows, knees, ankles, wrists. Fingers crack with a tap. I...
Daisy Fresh Girl*
he was always trying to catch something sweet perhaps a drizzle of honey from the hive of bees that hangs from the tree in your...
SET it in ASPIC
You watch as a fork and knife are slipped into the depth of the cooked veal, and you are reminded of original sin. You hear the tender...
Fugue
Doctors said she was the owner of problematic post-synaptic endings, she heard layered noises—birds pecking at tree bark, and picking...
