I just can’t remember the saint whose name I took at my ‘04 Confirmation. Last year one friend took Hildegard. She’s a library scientist. This year another took Dymphna.…
—after The Cranberries I never made it through a single night. It wasn’t without design. The brxght. Brxght xyxs. & still the border. Night. ++++++Unfurls. +++:: &…
You’ve got to hand it to them, the ravens. They live just about anywhere—a garbage dump in the Mojave Desert, base camp on Mount Everest, or atop the water…
John swept leaves into a pile on the porch. Our neighbor turned the dirt of her balcony planters with her hand trowel and lined them with snakeskin—to scare…
The hair coiled around the drain. I bent down and ++++++pulled its split-end. It was long, heavy. The drain gurgled. No, beneath the tub ++++++gurgled. Perhaps, from the…