I kept your mother’s gardening boots I hope you don’t mind too big for you, they fit me just fine– I walked in your shadow and every step felt like […]
[NB: This is based on a wonderful film project by Guy Maddin called “Seances”. The premise was to recreate lost and destroyed movies from the first half of the 20th […]
Wrote this one a few days ago, thought I’d share it here too. They always look so pretty on my typewriter.
STEP #1 Stand in front of the mirror feet shoulder width apart hands on hips; take your biggest insecurity and make it your superhero name. Is it a bird? Is […]
Fearful of bare feet and broken glass we step around behind beside one another; something more than muscle memory, every step dissolving into negative space as we rise (and) fall […]
No regard for the eye of the beholder, you know your place among the pantheon: Queen of the hours between midnight and three, mother of outcasts, patron saint of blood-red […]
I don’t pray anymore except for when I do— and when I do, I pray for you. Not on my knees with head bowed and hands clasped, no our fathers or […]