by Adeline Macdonald Clean steam iron the linen sheets, white and crisp and beautiful and without fault or fold White walls upon white walls with nothing to upset you or hurt you or make you cry or want to leave or want to think Do you love it? Is it…
by Megan Parker I brought Medusa to the Opera so we could fool around. I seduced her with promises of macabre song, a scale hissing from the staged chorus in masks that look of flayed clowns flogged by C minor. Is it creepy that I brought Medusa to the Opera…