Love, Quinn — An Open Letter from Sophocles and Petrarch

Iphigenia | hush

They say I must die.

King Agamemnon offends the goddess Artemis on his way to…

Underneath the Luminous Night | farsight

But where are you ? — I ought to be with you.

The Voyage Out | farsight

it bores into you with a single murky eye. But you do not see.

Your Vestige

In an hour there will be a knock on my door and I will hold your mother’s hand —

Where the Lost Girls Lie Rotting —

Lust, mania, and mass psychogenic illness in Picnic at Hanging Rock.

The Deep Cover | paragon soul

a vignette about two spies.

Another | outlines

I swear by the saints — that I will tell her when the time is right.

Little Satin Dress | outlines

He says I am beautiful. So shall we find a room?

a beast of dreams | true radiance

She circles all around me.