Homecoming

We were always trying to get her attention. “Your mother is busy,” said our father. “She is an important woman.” We ignored him. With his leathery hands, and papery skin, eyebrows like raspberry brambles, and eyes like moths wings, we felt he was largely overrated. He...

Three Enter the Dark Wood

It’s the one about the bears and their blonde: In their many beds I left many cells, called my multiple personalities down, their faces to the sky a slide show of cheap reference, chanteuses orphaned by a wave of bear. Life should have piano accompaniment— so as...

‘D’ & ‘G’

D D is for dragon and damsel, diamond and diadem. For deciduous woods, their dropping leaves. For dew and the dewclaws of deer. For deciduous teeth, delicate as dimes or decimals. For daughters and daughter cells. For Daedalus, who (although dexterous, deliberate,...