in your shadow gallery where the forms escape their frames, formulas flow, feed, and breed and play their wicked games. in your cellular library where the numbers on the spines indicate taste, shape, and fate your index will be mine. i’m born again every now and then where my invisibleContinue Reading

I wasn’t there. But from what Violet told me and what I have dreamed and seen since knowing her, I can imagine it carefully (but completely) and I think it was something like this… Violet, just ten then, small and pale in the restless shadows of her suburban bedroom, tremblingContinue Reading