Light is a witch; she reads a book. A book with ten thousand pages, from the stars to the satellite dishes behind our eyes: the story is the same, but has come so far, and All becomes different. Light that is a witch…

Let’s stay quiet and hold hands while I unlatch the gate, and we’ll duck down through the old lady’s estate, densely decorated with birdhouses on tiny poles. A voice with a view, I guess that’s what I’ll be to you. In …

Very late at night, I walk down to the park, and lay in the mown grass, still wet from the automatic sprinklers. I shiver and fold my arms. Soft blades tickle my ears. The star river runs through my eyes, and leaves no …