Lodi, California, the asphalt melting, just like fondue, chasing the iguana away on it's short peg legs. Hopping like in "hop-scotch," avoiding the hot spots of the asphalt's lava of warm cheese in a fondue pot, stuck in Lodi,...

"You don't look like a math person," he said. I didn't answer—the numbers pulsed behind my eyelids, jagged and incomplete where the third side should've been. My fingers twitched toward the chips of ice in my whisky, "straight up...

You have such a lovely chew,Where moon-lit cobwebs drape the stone,In the hush of midnight's vaulted nave,Your whisper sinks like bitter-sweet brine—Petals of ash that gnaw at air, Your breath—a rusted key that turns, A phantom's smile, a serrated...

The boatmen said she has haunted the marsh same time every evening since she disappeared, presumed drowned, in the estuary at Salt Marsh. Some spoke of her aura, an iridescent green hue which surrounded her as she trod her...