Marked Bodies
Marked Bodies Every time I close my eyes to descend down into my shaman’s hole, I see that tree in the back yard with its gnarled roots protruding from the dirt and the soil. I remember the climb, and I remember the crash down. The first time I fall is an accident,...
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Dungeon As Heterotopia
Dungeon As Heterotopia Our theater set is a covert basement in a mid-town high-rise. From the street, nothing, another awning with another number on another street. Its anonymity boasts its appeal. At the end of the winding staircase, hundreds, no thousands, perhaps...
Seizure
Seizure Pain came and stole my body from me in the middle of the night. In middle of many nights before, she’d been plotting to chip away one piece at a time. Pain was a woman who worked her way through cursory paths, finding pin sized holes of weakness, pockets of...