Peppermint by Quentin Brown (Lucent Dreaming Issue 8)
In such a small town, everyone knows everything about everyone else. Their address, their birthday, their mother’s maiden name. You have grown used to living
In such a small town, everyone knows everything about everyone else. Their address, their birthday, their mother’s maiden name. You have grown used to living
I speak to the jeweled creature carefully Not knowing if my height, volume, alien skin is frightening Its exterior, an emerald case of ocean and wind
the moon is a shivering pan of milk. A dog bowl is left out, knocked over by her barely still a boy. He snuffles his wayin