Owl’s Head, 1980s
i. The Ocean Gilded crests and metallic prisms are shattered now, transmuted now: emerald to tanzanite to sapphire to silver in accordance with nor’eastern alchemy. Like […]
issue-12
Ask a Necromancer
In a Lonely Place A dear friend recently said to me, “You get the thing where enough ‘lonely’ feels like
A Man is Two Gravestones
Mortals, my father says, come twice before they finally hitthe eternal rest button. By this he meant, a man is
The Morthouse
In her forty-two years on God’s wide Earth, Gerda has read no books other than The Bible and Luther’s Small
After the Fire
She took a dip in the healing watersof Lethe, rubbed the ashes awayuntil her arms were pale and gray with
Bruyn’s Housefly
In 1524, German Renaissance painter Barthel Bruyn the Elder completed a bridal portrait depicting an attractive young woman, Margaretha von
This is I
Light and night are falling from me,Death and day are opening on me… Who do you think you are, an
Shipwrecked
sea girls are wrestling red tigerfish while Margaretgathers upwet bones in a basketwith a howlof wind blowingcicada shadethrough dank and