It was perhaps one of the only times when your own heartbeat was not reassuring. Under the sky so blue it would pierce your eyes, bluer than the color of his very eyes, he felt life slowly leave his limbs. If Ali were any younger, younger by just a day,Continue Reading

Ricky smiled after doing it successfully ten times in a row. He could move the card from one hand to the other so that it couldn’t be seen, and he didn’t need any misdirection to do it. He had been practicing a card trick that involved this new sleight-of-hand forContinue Reading

She plays in the shallows, always just beneath the surface. Find her near the mud banks of a shrunken lake. She is swimming among the weeds, happy to be free. Nothing can move her. Not like it used to. She has felt her share of sadness and would rather keepContinue Reading

We watched the pine box enter, the door close, and then the jets of the burners roared. ‘Through hell he goes,’ I thought. And how we stood together silently, hearing the flames consume so violently the stoic man that was our dad. It wouldn’t take long to reduce his 90Continue Reading

The last body of the Moons I kept has burnt down to its skeleton. The flames, they used to dance like quicksilver. Like poisoned meteors. Like adrenalized vision. The celestial innards, once were blazing with sacrificial light, are now pieces of broken paleness to warm us through one last night.Continue Reading

From Grimm’s Little Red Cap, Perrault’s Little Red Riding Hood, & Christ’s Parable of The Good Samaritan There was once a sweet young girl who lived deep in the woods with her mother. Everyone who saw this girl instantly adored her. One day, her mother was feeling ill, so sheContinue Reading

Damask curtains at the top of the stairs have been tied back. The candle will burn for hours on the windowsill while I sleep. A dream told me he would come, but I need to let him know where to find me. Three weeks have passed and no one hasContinue Reading

for Anna Laura Grace Elena The crushed rubies and sweet woodruff are Angelina, who died of her ninth bambino, making a bed of her memory for her two-year-old Laura who would see her mother’s ghost ever after on the landing, backlit by gaslight and need. The lapis lazuli and bluebellsContinue Reading

It’s time to resurrect my light so that I can rewire a new path  as I rewind these neuron memories and liberate  the yellow-green speckles  from the bloated fish, that washed up on the beach years ago. Even if I enter the Lion’s gate the amber tapestry painted across theContinue Reading