Continue reading “Crown of Thorns by Alice M.”… when she kneeled at the altar, we saw blood fall, not blood I whispered not blood at all, but purple blackberries, bouncing fat on the stone
I’d intended to write a brief introduction to the ULTRAVIOLET themed issue of Burning House Press but will instead juxtapose two seemingly incongruous observations.
Continue reading “ULTRAVIOLET: Guest Editor’s note”
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