The Poet Addresses Gun
I want to read all your writing, especiallyyour suicide note.I want to throw you into the sunbut you’re too heavy, […]
issue-14
Ask a Necromancer
Stories on Skin Honey and several other people have asked me about the sort of tattoos I see at work.
The Girl Who Haunted Death
It’s only a moment’s difference between ripe and rot. That’s what my Amma would always say. “Fruits will blush
On Sailing Homewards
Death gathers hips of bone to beat rioting nightsinto a coma & this was euthanasia granted toa wounded crow begging
Memento mori
Quello che siete, noi eravamo. Quello che siamo, voi sarete. What you are, we were. What we are, you
Give This Letter to the Crows
21 October 2021 Vāsaya-viruta, said my Bengali grandmother: the cries of crows, who come to us as messengers from the