Stories, Notions, and Marginalia

. "Sometimes It Wears Thin" The salon smells of wet-furred anticipation and stress, yet no patroness removes her human skin. The open-close door chimes like bells on a cat’s collar— humble reminder of domestication. "Transition" The midnight sun grants ablutionary...

. “Sisters at a Friary” To and fro, nineteen friars hobble, blind. Apricot blossoms surrender a lingering scent. In the courtyard, we sisters hold hands and twirl. About the abbey a broken wall, like gravestones jutting out. It is the same or is it the same? Low hills force up yellow...

. . "Flash and Violence" one by one, My senses ignite like a switch flipped tentatively, I feel around Me and know: I am a collective of strange, strange beings, newly born and assaulting the night with sounds of My violent rapture lope between branches of lightning, multiplying in...