Let’s get the scissors, said Marie, and cut out shapes that can never be. We’ll build kites that hate to fly and undo clouds in the confetti sky. Let...
Killing me, this coming back to life. The tissue softens, ice disengages from flesh, though taut sinews are still brittle, muscles do not un-tense. I...
I heard that you had retired from the fire, Salamander. Where have you gone and what have you been? What do you do when you can’t go out - by which I...
New technology allows me to extract him from a woodcut and invite him into the house. It is a mistake. His stains will never be erased from the soft...