It was a basement smelling of musty books and sandalwood incense. I walked down carpeted stairs. Someone played an accordion in the corner. Eleven people sat cross-legged in a circle. There was an open spot for me. There were four hundred people on the hill wearing black. The rain fell steady. The police told them … Continue reading The Moon’s Dream

Or, what can happen when you give a cat a can of tuna in front of Trader Joe's. About 85% of this story actually happened. 🙂 ~ We started out strangers, but after I bought Bath-sheba a can of tuna, I learned all about her. She spoke through her servant, a human creature named Herman. … Continue reading Bath-sheba Who Flies

The Conium Review Vol. 5 Collector's Edition has arrived, and it's a thing of beauty! "The Solitude of Fruit" came in its own banana-embossed pamphlet.        

I’m staring out my window, where Bast guards the sill. She is wise and has hips of knowing. Like all cats, she sees the other side. Beloved speaks into the phone. He is connected to his family. I feel disconnected, because I believe nothing. But I want to believe everything: every chirp and boom and … Continue reading Bast at the River

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