Waning Half

My sister cried each month when she bled splayed naked on the bathroom floor vomiting; great heaves in the porcelain bowl shaking violently—each vertebrae resounding in snakelike shivers beneath ivory skin expelling womanhood like it would kill her not to, like she might crawl out of her flesh a seizing spine lunging forth with the…Read more »

Sap and Scripture

I haven’t seen perfect hands except wrapped around the hickory in the yard. I spread feed at the base and built a sanctuary; I knelt I prayed for perfect hands to hold my world with sacrificed flora before it could seed I built an altar at the base of our hickory miles from anything but…Read more »

Draft in the dining room

It’s a dark house, grey walls and shadows—corners collect dust unseen, untouched the children pale in late afternoon valleys below blue eyes dark as unlit halls. You’d think it was always raining the way time dripped on, echo of infinite drops ringing in the ears of the living. Dinner is silent, save for abhorrent thoughts…Read more »