On Fantasy

I’ve always been a daydreamer. In school, I was a quiet, bookish girl who spent much of her time staring out the window, doodling, or scribbling fragments of poems and short stories in a secret notebook. (How many other young writers kept secret notebooks—the ones you covertly slipped into your real notebook, so you could [...]

Pink Limousine

don’t look now, but our speaker is chasing her tail like a ball of yarn or a lazy shoestring a tuft of stray fur jutting out beneath the collar and a set of heart-shaped whiskers perfectly feathered at the nose to the left of our scene, a landscape like a fishbowl glittering under a giant [...]

Mannequin Planet

Original artwork by T. Blake pencil in the image of a dancing lady dress melted down like tobacco, a hit of vintage perfume and a smooth gathering of chiffon at the ankles, this will be her scene enter: a cat with a cool strut his groove is loose like silver, a cabaret like a one-man [...]

Reluctant Memory

in its simplest form, the mouth was a giant puzzle piece a horizontal pickaxe that severed the sun from the whitewashed fields a cleft in the skull of a crystallized fantasy, a simple decoration, really, a wrinkle in the underbelly of a cloud where the smoke filled with mirrors and for the first time, i [...]

Fall Through Mirrors

i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile of dropped jaws & hanging clocks & lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that bore no roots and waved an iron flag like a mechanical rib or a stale [...]

Lo Lite

Salvador Dalí, Surrealist Composition (c. 1928) between me & the road was a red letter r, an ember of hair or a single faceless masquerade with a line above the brow indicating “no direction” the air was a blue-green funk lo lite rays & the ripples of a halogen fantasy (it is our duty to speak [...]

Kitchen 99

Original artwork by T. Blake there was a crack in a pipe above the wall where the sun exposed its side, a pattern like a spider’s web, a net that cast the glare of the sand over a turquoise stone, an eye in a cave caked with seaweed, a fissure in the parapet where the [...]