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I’ve made the pitcher on my table human again.
Her elegant white neck, belly slightly bloated
with flowers.

No Girls Allowed

A blue-painted drawbridge. A frog pond moat. A two-story clubhouse on its own island deep in the vine-strangled woods, six bear cubs peering out from the wooden slats of windows and a lone green door.


The spears, the spires I aspired to be as reaching because what
did you know about tapers.


Out of oxygen, algae, and a grain of calcium carbonate, the oyster came to be.

Wolf Lessons

There are wolf objects scattered throughout my house: a canis lupus Beanie Baby named Howl, a carved wooden ornament, a snowglobe with a wolf pup...


Suddenly is canon in folklore the way it’s canon in truth: the world changes.