“…obsessive, inventive, mysterious, lyrical, horrifying, and even funny.”

Jill S. McDonough

from O’Riley:

But it was your mouth that moved to meet mine
and made the moon slice herself into snow
and made strings tie themselves into time
and I plucked a red thread and followed it down
into the rose-choked valley where I met my new body
and it was red and glistening and ready
and I fell into my body’s arms…