An accomplice much pleased with herself, maidenly tongue syrupy with lies. This time last winter,…

What better time than this, beneath a falling angry sky, for the consummation of revenge…

This time last winter the floodwaters were lapping at the 13th stair, a dirty blue…

The chestnut trees are riot with the wind’s wedding party. Sighs and laughter in their…

You, who’ve had so many lovers, daisy now this less-than-nothing gift, a mere at its…