"Queen of Hearts" and "Libra Season"

  Queen of Hearts The Queen is beating aroundher bushes, yelling to the tens and fives: Quick! quicken the blooms, redden the forlornbleachy roses, their thorny teeth, their clichéd form!The rogue hedgehogs            tuck and roll, avoiding blush feathersand...

Baby Picture

We burn his photo under the tree. My friend, I trust her witchcraft.Kai is a midwife and never asks for too much. She takes hands and fillsthem. Asks, Did you want to be a pet? I’d eaten clay for this, which tastedgood: like warm bread dough or a sour tongue. Which...

Jacinda Speaks

At fourteen, you began calling me beautiful hyacinth girl after T.S. Eliot’s The Wasteland, and when the snow finally melted and spring came you plucked petals from the olive tree in the garden and weaved them into my red hair until even my eyes were covered like...