her canopied house, the one the trees bent over as if hiding her shame, burned down last year…
Archives for 2016
Canned Peaches
our love is a fairy-tale: if you won’t rescue me, i won’t fuck you…
Starry, Starry
Dear Vincent held the weight of the North Star on his shoulders…
Resurrection
Give birth to the Dead Sea in December and the Jordan will fall to its knees in prayer…
Seven Years of Silence
After I left, I would unroll my ‘r’s every morning, train my letters to lie flat against the bottom of my mouth.
Earth
Wildfire you wound me touch me turn me over my aching self my parts…
oriental
aladdin dreams of occupying the land between my thighs…
The Hoover
The thing with the hoover was typical of the way Carl’s stubbornness became such an issue…
What They Don’t Understand
Lily My mother is a white lady. In my head, she has Cinderella’s hair and Snow White’s skin. Her voice sounds beautiful, in my head. She never stutters or fumbles her words because her tongue knows how to move in just the right way – it doesn’t get caught between her teeth like Father’s. No, […]
Alphabet Eggs
Faith didn’t have the answer. She stared at the others, her eyes pleading for someone, anyone to help her. Faith tapped out a staccato rhythm with her biro…