Galley Beggar Press

we’re the only species capable of realizing, and therefore changing, our instincts.

the way that leaves move when nothing touches them but the afternoon light.

would marry a girl who climbed up the trees in her underthings?

was not a willing housewife

failed to enjoy domestic chores, and possessed none of the decorous modesty of maidenhood.

Her mind was a tangle of lyric odes and unconjugated verbs.

She stayed up late, rapturously late.

In her childhood she dwelt alone, her only companions the solemn constellations of the night sky.

Often the genitive is defined as possession, as if the only way one noun could be with another were to own it, greedily.

where one noun is always thinking of another, refusing to forget her.