At the beach, A dead shark washed up right by feet, It was small, maybe a baby I had an urge to take a photo of it
To capture death between my palms
To let it rest in my arms…

A child is born with gills. The aquatic organs do not function as a fish’s would, but are instead left over from some earlier stage of development. Purely decorative, the delivery doctor says. The gills present as a single, slotted slit just below the ear..

The oil is jumping off the pan in little spurts. I have two raw chicken breasts next to me that I keep pushing my fingers into. They’re slimy and they each swallow up the tips of my fingers the harder that. I press down into the blush pink flesh of them. If Kristen weren’t here, I would have brought my..

Now a scenographer and artistic director for several experimental musical projects, she is passionate about science fiction. Her set designs emerge from the depths of the uncanny. Questioning the effect of vibrations on matter.

I am an addict for the light (my lover who I hate), licking the seams, breathing in fresh dreams, kept happy on visions from the varnish. Frantic eyes and nails, tonguing gaps in wood slats, the flesh of a giant fish against its net, I bulge against the keyhole in the ceiling.

Let your hand burst through my abdomen, Rip out my spleen and bathe in copper delight, Pierce my beating heart with your bite, Your eyes go white at the metallic taste..

You used to play and sing little songs, Until a mean old dog came along, He made a house cat out of you, Made you carry his litter of two, Two little girls, playing in the back yard. Fireflies shining like falling stars, One scrapes her knee while playing tag, You lick her wounds clean and dry it with a rag..

The grime in gutters eyeball me as I scream ,Feral, dog-like into silent black water, In lieu of punching you at the club, Flaying you post-fight to make soap from guts, Cleansing myself with bloody remains, burning off fingerprints that touched you..