Photo Source: Unsplash My daughter Jessamin runs around the small sitting room followed by an entourage of children. She sheds fairydust on the threadbare carpet, purple granules against gray fibers.   Peter, Jessamin’s best friend, pulls on a little centaur-girl’s tail. Before I can say anything, Jessamin flicks him on the forehead until he apologizes. Peter sticks his split tongue out through the gap between his front teeth.   His parent sighs with a puff of their scaly chest. “Peter’sss...

Photo Source: Flickr Captain, My Captain An octopus hugs Our shipwreck-in-a-bottle Captain, visibility has been compromised I repeat, Captain: An octopus leaks viscous ink Through the corroded cork Of our shipwreck-in-a-bottle Captain, our dead lungs are convulsing The cannons all empty, Captain Our blades eaten through by algae. An octopus tightens tentacles Around our shipwreck-in-a-bottle Captain, the glass is cracking Ruin traversing our prison, our grave If our bottle breaks, Captain,...

Photo Source: PxFuel The Curse of Memory She’s catching her death tonight, or at least she’s trying to. Million-mended butterfly net wielded like a bladed weapon, bare feet sinking in this muddy swamp of amnesiac ghosts seeking our place in the world, striving to capture the septic-winged memory of our death, our tarnished key to the afterlife. She moves like a rapturous disaster and I watch her from the cattailed shore: my favorite ghost, my favorite death. If I reached out and caught her...