“dust”
be beside yourself,
as your petal becomes a garlic skin skeleton,
stay near yourself so you do not
turn to nothing. Continue reading “Viv”
Viv
Frances Donovan
Out of Her Head
She fell again, fell upward this time—no drop
from a precipice, only her feet
treading more and more lightly on the ground
until they lifted and she knew Continue reading “Frances Donovan”
Madwomen in the Attic 