Narrated by Marie Vibbert Hazel falters; she misses paper children and her wooden leg spindles in her railing—aging point that is dagger-formed like hands. She leans into herself, curls eaves for warmth and prays with open-shuttered doors. Rust-lock slides ruby wood so cold so old the hinge, jimmy it. You lift her from her threshold […]
Her slush-white dress matches her pale, lifeless, skin. She clutches a bouquet of yellow roses in her hands.
1 Narrated by Chandan Dey Dark and dim even in daytime the forest is thick and dense The proud moon sets down on the gray crown of the hill yet fails to sparkle the stream An owl sitting in the canopy watches people’s movement A yellow leaf drifts down to the forest floor silently […]
Narrated by Margarita Serafimova The mountain, full of pines, deer and snow, is empty. White blazes are pouring from branches. In the emptiness, vines are breathing, wind is living. The fine is itself. Dark wild junipers are rustling, green eyes are passing. Black neighing, black clatter of a hound. Grass and a […]
The sky is dead white fading to gray, wet black branches draped across like old hands clasped on a chest. I am inside where light is soft, orange. I’m making apple pie and spiced cider–smiling at the emptiness outside, somehow more alive as the world goes to sleep. BIO: Vanessa Kittle is a former chef […]