Disrespectfully, by Beatrice Winifred Iker
My lover killed meAs lovers are wont to doAnd buried me beneath the lilies I paid for, beside other regretsI’ve […]
My lover killed meAs lovers are wont to doAnd buried me beneath the lilies I paid for, beside other regretsI’ve […]
The owls in the vault of your mouth confess their grieving silence to the chapel of the dead when a tarantula uplifts a
They are gathered at the curbside altar on a clear November night. In this cold world, it is unseasonably warm
Sorting the Bones Cory asks, “How are morticians utilized in natural disaster death tolls?” In 2001, I was nearing the
It is the Day of the Dead, and I smile knowing my ancestors and my guides have never been more
MARCH 2023, SHORT STORY, 4300 WORDS Terra – 2198 AD Baba lay slumped on his desk, his pen dangling from