Miyu studies the miniature refrigerator, which is small enough to fit in the palm of her hand; the calendar on the wall with its pages frozen in thought; a round clock the size of a thumbnail with its arms stilled at 1:25. Miniatures like...
Night, only barely. The shadow of a bird has just tucked itself into yonder branches. A black feral cat skulks his way behind the hydrangeas, which soon will bloom.
Continued healing, I said to myself, silently, each time I bowed my head in front of the fountain, each time I dunked my head in its waters. I said it again as I splashed my face and touched the water to my lips. I did these things three...
Skull-faced Venus impales you. Chalchiuhtlicue, Goddess of the East. Venus, West. Directions, too, in conflict. War inside creates war outside. All the outsides. All the insides.
A few years ago, I traveled to Skovsbostrand on the island of Funen in my native Denmark to write in a solitary residence by the sea. It was winter, too cold to sit in the garden among the priestly Eranthis and flocks of snowdrops, their...
When Marg lived in the house, there was a whole other house in the basement where her grandparents lived in the summer. They were from Ireland, the McCabes. They were royalty, Marg thought. That’s how she felt about them.
