Volume 4

Parting

a response to ‘The Kiss’ by Gustav Klimt light of late afternoonspills onto us like jars of wildflower honeyaround my anklesflowers form themselvesinto bouquets of calla lily and cosmos, violet and freesiawe kneel as if in pagan prayerknees on...

Copycat

Dispatch sent us to a stone house on Aberdeen Avenue in Westmount, but that’s all we had to go on: an address. “Miss Amara? We’re first responders,” my partner hollered.

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