Manchester to Lisbon
In seat 15B, she is beginning to pray in Portuguese. Her small hands fold over a bright-pink gossip magazine with imperfect bubbles: cellulite, hair weaves, and something about Mrs. Clooney. …
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“You Are Not Going to Come Trillium”
But I do come to Trillium. To the Cardiac Short Stay Unit where you’ve been sent for the second stent, where free sanitizer prevents the spread of panic. We laugh. …
Read More Third State
When the school burned, our ghosts were released. For years we’d only seen well-meaning psychics who entered the classroom to light sage and lay cards, while our ghosts looked on …
Read More Lupine-Like Scall (Porrigo lupinosa)
Insidiously cutaneous the avalanching alpha-pitch. Ow-oooooooooo-oooooooooo-ooo-ooo Throaty exfoliating whips the dead of winter a wide predatory incrustation—scalp, countenance, torso, and gut. A middle of everywhere nowhere. Phew! Scent the whiff …
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Brilliant Disguise
Touch a word and a world comes out. Fire. Its captions, details. Fired clouds churning through a day. Do you have any clue how many moons Saturn has? I’ll read …
Read More The Jailor
Decency is a hopeless weapon. Daily I fall from grace, The big splash, whatever. I should have been a starlet, I should Have had chairs pulled out for me, swirling …
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