Monthly Archives: September 2013

Grown of hickory, hewn of ivory, cast of bronze, painted and decorated in lavish silks and minerals.  Maybe just slapped together of mud and vine, made of straw and ash and water. It mattered not — all that mattered was … Continue reading →

In the background, she talks to her grandmother, and I can hear her over the caterwauling of whatever song it is I’m listening to.  She talks and walks and turns on all the lights in the house because that is … Continue reading →

Out of the ground they come, the earth retching them up, sicking them up. It started only a few days ago, in the middle of an otherwise calm morning. When I saw it happen, in my head I heard the … Continue reading →

I remember these things like raindrops on my skin, subtle beats that set up this pitter patter echoed on the inside of my bones. Words and words and your touch. I remember your touch, even if you don’t want me … Continue reading →