Three Songs for Vija CelminsBy Mary Donnelly
The alliance of ships and stars is an illicit one, A tawdry embrace of metal and ink, An obscene coupling of redwood and moon.
LettersBy Mary Donnelly
My Dearest Louse, I have never loved you, but I dream of it. The gentle feet. The long cool itch of the chitinous
Revival, Naked Ladies with Cranes and CrowsBy Mary Donnelly
God the Father calls me up in front of everyone…