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A Childhood in Four Acts

End of October, days recede quickly into night. Leaves fall in slow motion.

All Saints’ Eve

Why did it take Steven’s small coffin to get me to see my own son?

Hand-Me-Down Halloween

The year we left the reservation a white boy gave me a trash bag.

One at a Time

Her top lip lingered behind, pressed between his. They were soaked.

The Black Cat

Third Charm from “The Masque of Queens”

The moon it is red, and the stars are fled but all the sky is a-burning.

Tradition

It is the night of whores and monsters, but without the killings.