The Moth Collector’s Daughter
Remember, remember when you were born.
When Ti-ti was born, the Aunties came to anoint her with their declarative magic.
“Oh, her fingers are so short she won’t ever play piano,” said [...]
Sheep Women and Dog Boys
She grew aware of something nestled in her hand. It was thin, crisp, somewhat square. Its strange presence was accompanied by a sound she knew, even with her eyes shut. [...]