
The featured image accompanying this piece, entitled ‘Spectrum’, has been used with the permission of artist, Robert Alan, a mixed media artist from New York City.


Three walls of the room are made of tin, but on the fourth side a polished floor opens, running like fabric into curtains of lace,

Your voice alights on my armhair, a whiff of cigar smoke— caramel, and ghostly— “Cities die; let them.” Black thing to say. I patter

Floral straight jackets hiding women
It’s too pretty to get dirty.