They say the loss of a twin is akin to a ghost limb, an itch never scratched; a sore never healed. David is not sure. He is visiting his mother with Ellen in tow, to ease the tension. The house is a pristine museum of the young boys’ childhood: sickly– sweet framed pho...
All parties are essentially the same, the really good ones are special in tiny ways
I’ve been to millions of parties, in secrecy on pilgrim ships or in the shadows
of New Amsterdam still-life, seemingly timeless cities surfing through the centurie...
All my life I’ve been running into people who declare, “Magic makes the world
a bigger place” as if conjuring greasy spells out of methamphetamine dust
and werewolf dandruff somehow gives your eyes binocular grace, dulls your narrowness
so you see th...
His hands moved me like strings
attached to a marionette deftly,
as I danced for him my body lifted
to each movement of his hands like
a caress along every inch of me.
I would feel him as I swung into a
perfect pirouette, I the lithe tigress
stalking in the...