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 Steven Glifford The world goes through a growth spurt during a shower: A jigsaw puzzle of wood and glutinous darkness, swishing elsewhere liquidly, owns a roofless heart, a reflected candelabra without an originator. Legions leap eons with subtle intensity. Black fire pulls back to an underground city of the…