‘Hush your mouth,’ Mama said, wielding a wooden spoon, ‘the word is creek.’ But Mama creek is the dying sound of that which is already dead. Creek is...
1 With her last will and testament my aunt left me a china doll with hair of golden curl and baby blue eyes. 2 As a child she was locked away behind...
for Jenni Schaefer She was a cruel mistress, who lived at the back of my throat, who stung my tonsils and stained my tongue, who pushed my head down...