…a White Bengal Tiger he had named Sir Sleepy.
Read More…eventually the god essence grows into maiz.
Read More…yellow corn, like bright moon shapes.
Read More…with mother earth haloed over her head….a true anarchist.
Read More…whisky in an amber-hued bottle…
Read More…crosses crowned with bows…
Read More…a black ribbon, frayed.
Read MoreI've been studying those individuals for some time now…
Read More…a certain kind of autonomy that I needed this season.
Read More"Have You Seen Her?" was playing in the background.
Read MoreWe were standing under warm yellow lights…
Read More…our dogs came free and were traveling Europe…
Read More…the jelly beans had grown into a million lollipops
Read More…dark clouds swirled over the town, as if they were there only for us.
Read MoreMy son says he loves El Topo even more than Santa Sangre.
Read MoreIt was night.
Read MoreWe can’t always wait around for powerful male writers to give us the opportunity to share our work.
Read MoreI’m also reminded of “the poison book” that you find smack in the middle of Dorian Grey. The decadence and the opium dens.
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