All the stars died last night and with them my knowing of the sun, it’s sudden Bantam—dwarfs of white and brown, a supernova, a
I did nothing until I was ready— my terra firma snagged in sky. Birds arguing over road signs. What does it look like from
by Donna Vorreyer In her latest collection of hybrid fiction/poetry/essays, Women and Ghosts, Kristina Maria Darling braids stories of Shakespeare’s women with that of