when steam enters her vowels
the sticks are placed just so. she turns to the exact page, adjusts the heat, remembers her ancient…
blue sundress, w/spaghetti straps
having boarded with the others, a girl sails to the grave of digressions. given binoculars not her own,…
The Tales of Lofar No. I
It wasn’t until years later I saw the incongruity of that night when he appeared. I asked my…
The Tales of Lofar No. II
During my teenage years and into my twenties, the man materialized at suspicious times. He wasn’t welcome, ever,…