I Saw You Nothing burns alone. Let each face be a flame of itself. Let skin to be amber...

Eyelashes My daughter asks where the eyelashshe’s wishing on came from, how dothey grow? I tell her that it’s a kindof death, which is a...

Easter Night After a long sleep, I wake,long after the chill of sunrise services in parks,after high heels sinking into wet grass,after even late morning...

The Twin FawnsAfter Peregrine Honig’s The Twin Fawns In the backroom...

Violent Glamour Cuchulainn, o ancient celtic drag queenstruts her stuff onto the plain, sashays across the battlefieldintent on sowing pain and reaping lumpen carcasseswhich to...