by Gabrielle Idso The cottage perched on the cliff edge like a barnacle. Its walls were a mosaic of shells that caught the morning light and threw it back in a thousand minuscule rainbows. From deep within the walls, a lullaby drifted from a moonshell. The notes were soft and familiar….
by Vivian Pearl I see a young woman,A white blond girl with her hair shaved high above her scalp, a holy blond child sitting in her fifteen-year-old lapShe looks over him with pride and joy.He is not the destruction of her future but her future itself, her only future. These…
by Vivian Pearl To get home I have to walk under the bridgeWhere the street lights don’t work The strangers I pass always have something for meThey flick their tongue over their teeth and coo like pigeons in the ragged winter trees I fear that my body will be pulled…