Strange Reflections at the Singerie
chicken breast soaked in vanilla, aluminum foil and leather doused in WD-40,one day on a pack of green apple bubble gum. lured a large swirl around a grapevine, lead to a plastic bag
Ancestral or learned, such threats, tonight’s charry staircase of heaven—crash, storming, splitting flicker shards,
VQR columnist Laura Kolbe’s series of essays considers American art through poet and physician Kolbe’s own personal and experiential lens.
Behold: William’s father slices his mother in half. He shackles her to the bottom of a water tank. He packs her inside a cannon and lights the fuse.
I can take even more Than he can give.
1. an investigation of wrecked arterial railroads hammered by foremothers stationed beneath your breasts and headed crown-bound
Her grandbabies should be asleep, yet here they are, restless as everyone else tonight.
Sometimes when I getMy period,I wake up & my bed Is a massacre.
