Apex Magazine
I’m probably going to dieat midnight. Don’t worry—I’ll set the timer on the coffee potbefore I go. The crows will be up with meand the witches.I’ll watch them through the...
The Crows and the Witches and the Window
I’m probably going to dieat midnight. Don’t worry—I’ll set the timer on the coffee potbefore I go. The crows will be up with meand the witches.I’ll watch them through the...
Jacob’s wife is always screaming: Cheat! Scoundrel! Layabout! Scrooge!Jacob takes solace in the mausoleum. Girls there are quiet. He finds a dead woman, worms in her mouth. They court, cavort.Three...
Thirteen
Jacob’s wife is always screaming: Cheat! Scoundrel! Layabout! Scrooge!Jacob takes solace in the mausoleum. Girls there are quiet. He finds a dead woman, worms in her mouth. They court, cavort.Three...
I Casanova Clay is the loneliest Golem in the world.Every day he takes a fresh baked heart from the kiln.Every day the heat has shattered it.Casanova kneads his hearts for...
Casanova Clay
I Casanova Clay is the loneliest Golem in the world.Every day he takes a fresh baked heart from the kiln.Every day the heat has shattered it.Casanova kneads his hearts for...
What is involved in the transubstantiation of one thing(Sea foam and mist, scale and sinew, pearl-tinted hands)Into another, quite against its nature, quite against design?Roses into women, oh, that’s easy,...
Wounds
What is involved in the transubstantiation of one thing(Sea foam and mist, scale and sinew, pearl-tinted hands)Into another, quite against its nature, quite against design?Roses into women, oh, that’s easy,...
For Caitlyn Paxson and Jessica P. Wick The tale is wrong. I bear no grudge.A story in the teeth of timewill shift its outlined shape, be chewedto more palatable stuff.Thus...
No Poisoned Comb
For Caitlyn Paxson and Jessica P. Wick The tale is wrong. I bear no grudge.A story in the teeth of timewill shift its outlined shape, be chewedto more palatable stuff.Thus...
Her distant, ill-formed memories held tearsAnd shouting, thrown objects shattered,Threats, and finally an ultimatumThat echoed for yearsIn the room that formed the boundaries of her world:Tall brick wallsTiny windows staring...
Caverns of Science
Her distant, ill-formed memories held tearsAnd shouting, thrown objects shattered,Threats, and finally an ultimatumThat echoed for yearsIn the room that formed the boundaries of her world:Tall brick wallsTiny windows staring...
I do prefer an orphan, whose demiseis rarely noted. Far from nymphomania,I've had no more than twelve since coming here;less than a hundred moons have passed since then.Widowed (by reputation),...
A Woman of a Certain Age
I do prefer an orphan, whose demiseis rarely noted. Far from nymphomania,I've had no more than twelve since coming here;less than a hundred moons have passed since then.Widowed (by reputation),...