The Halcyon Days
Summer opens like flesh giving way to a blade. The sky is as pale and quiet as bone. The golden tap of the sun sprays against my face and soaks into my skin: these are halcyon days. Summer rain descends like a dream, deeper than sleep. I open my mouth and water rushes in. A […]
Birth of the Reader
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT PERDITION. / LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT HOW THOSE BURROWING UNDERNEATH TECTONIC PLATES / SHOULD NOT BE SURPRISED WHEN THE UPHEAVAL CAUSES EARTHQUAKES. / LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT WHAT WRITERS PRETEND NOT TO KNOW FOR PEACE OF MIND. / WRITING IS DRESSING UP YOUR WOUNDS AND PARADING THE
