Apex Magazine
prologue: the pattern You never imagined you’d be in a place like this again. Mothers. Fathers. Schoolteachers. Children. All about you, children. To a tiny part of you, this setting...
The Quiltmaker
prologue: the pattern You never imagined you’d be in a place like this again. Mothers. Fathers. Schoolteachers. Children. All about you, children. To a tiny part of you, this setting...
You know he’s the one who made your beloved niece disappear. He’s come out of his shop now, fussing with gloves that look expensive, a match to his long glossy...
The Button Bin
You know he’s the one who made your beloved niece disappear. He’s come out of his shop now, fussing with gloves that look expensive, a match to his long glossy...
1.These gouges where glaciers furrowed toward the seawere smooth-sloped still, ice-muscled, snowbound;these waves, a salt-waste of frozen crests: and wewere hand prints of smoke on ochre walls, the ghostsof birds...
The King of Cats, the Queen of Wolves
1.These gouges where glaciers furrowed toward the seawere smooth-sloped still, ice-muscled, snowbound;these waves, a salt-waste of frozen crests: and wewere hand prints of smoke on ochre walls, the ghostsof birds...
The loop of her embracehas no beginning.Radium poison rings her eyes,her teeth bright and sharp as prisms.Her kiss wolfs down my tongue, my jaw,her scales against my skinflay me alive...
The Unkindest Kiss
The loop of her embracehas no beginning.Radium poison rings her eyes,her teeth bright and sharp as prisms.Her kiss wolfs down my tongue, my jaw,her scales against my skinflay me alive...