Under tapestry (the porch lights out) unworthy clientele address her. They hunt the wide stitch,…

Out of the axed arbor to the clasp of shadows. Layman-led away from the gryphon’s…

And in the foreground of the portrait: not your average flayed saint. Coppered skin, saliva…

Trophies, dust of Parnasse on the Catholic garden. On the blue petals fresh snow, ambered,…

There is a tiny kingdom asleep in a cobwebbed tower. The eyes are semiprecious. The…