Deadbeat Sara Moore Wagner Our father goes into the forest and loses himself, climbs the nearest tree when night finds him too tired to carry on. Our father climbs the tree because he is afraid of the earth, and me with this face like wilds— Don’t feed him when he comes shaky to your…
The Sexton Queen Andrea Adams Today, a burial day at the Pere Antoine, is a joyous day for Nyssa la Reine. Some burials are better than others. Absinthe right out of bottles moldering with age, gold coins for the ferryman spilling out of the till at the gate, and more more more of those big,…
Primary Sources J Reifel There is an art to reading the coroner’s report. While there is a modern school of literary thought that holds that there is nothing beyond the text, our reading of medicolegal documentation holds up that report as a flag, or a tiny bundle of Victorian letters from a great aunt to…
