Here Kitty
Dust particles gather over my chest in the darkness. I don’t have to open my eyes. I can smell them: talcum and wood shavings. It’s the scent you had, from the day I brought you home from the shelter to …
Rapt and Ruptured
A parade of unsettling paradoxes are at the strange and staggering heart of Anna Van Valkenburg’s debut poetry collection, Queen and Carcass.…