The glass thickens. I’m a weird thing now. I’m a creature of the deep, the down-deep, the unfound black-brown down-deep. I have my lights, my…
On the Monday, we ask people about him, what they remember. Most of them have something to say. ‘Was it something to do with his…
He throws his cup in an arc of milk, a constellation across your just-mopped floor. Your breath comes in through your nose and you sense…
Used to be madness was considered a stone, you say, studying that Hieronymus Bosch painting at the Prado. When we reach the hotel again, you…
My grandmothers gathered in the village square and passed a bottle of cider back and forth between themselves. They hadn’t RSVPd, so we had to order extra…
The birds are waiting on frosty fence posts. Marta’s on the uneven path, her cheek resting on the inside of her upper arm, weary of…
I bought all his records, taped his posters to my bedroom wall. Every evening, I’d gaze at his flawless face before switching off the light,…
Come, you said, let’s see the island from afar. Let’s get the boat, two bottles of retsina, pour a libation to the gods. You wanted…
Father said it was Mother’s job. Mother went to get. We waited undertable. Mother came with tools, and Father stood as Mother worked. We could…
You are not your thoughts, she reminds me. Thoughts lead to feelings. She tells me to snap the band on my wrist whenever I think…