There’s no seeing the moon under two meters of peat.Soon, she tells herself, soon, but that’s been the moss-cradled word in her mouth for over two thousand years. Her skin is leather, her organs shrunken, her bones dissolved—the bog, ever-faithful bed and jealous boyfriend, has taken those—but there’s no cure for longing.It’s beautiful up there, […]
He wakes up to the smell of baking cotton. His wife is already ironing a white shirt, choosing a tie based on the pattern of the clouds which scud past the window. She’s a glean of herons, long-legged under an oyster-pale silk slip. Slippery and pliant.While she makes breakfast, her husband scrolls through the day’s […]
You are born on the first day of summer on a planet with three moons. When they rise in congruence, blue flowers unfurl all across the tropic latitudes and raise their faces to the sky. I see you, the pale fronds of your hair streaming behind you as you run. There is something following you, […]
The pickers would tease me about the lime monster as if they thought I were afraid, as if they really knew she existed. “Don’t wander too far back. You never know what it’ll do.” Their faces would beam in the August sunshine as they gulped water from old soda bottles. Apples piled at their feet […]
Haven’t we all heard that quote about there only being two plots? Attributed frequently to John Gardner, it goes sometimes like this: “There are only two kinds of stories – a man goes on a journey and a stranger comes to town.” I haven’t been able to verify if Gardner actually said this, but it […]