There is a tree in the sea and it births monsters. Or so Mana says as we lift the nets bulging with the morning catch. The nets are woven out of dried seaweed snagged against our boat, and old sailor-rope grown soft with the water’s erosive tongue. […]
The boy wandered into the dense woods behind his house, following a solitary dirt path deep into the shadows, a song in his heart, as spring unfolded around him, daffodils violating the earth, underneath it all a musty rot. […]
Professor Iris believes there is nowhere better to eat a sandwich than a folding chair set ten meters across the border where the world dissolves into epistemological blankness. […]
I’m mean and I need more. I don’t care what I disrupt. Desire pilots. My life goes on a sleepwalk. I feel sick with this love that won’t die. What they call mad love. […]
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