Where does history go—yours and mine? Those days when we tangled limbs and lives. No one told me, love is a bleeding dream: as we …
Vanity’s Shroud by Dana Li
What a strange old world, where I’ve got one heart but a thousand faces, I’ve got a hundred friends but one ticket to Vegas. What …
The Knot by Dana Li
Is this folly? To bind ourselves, flesh to flesh, in blood and brokenness and whisper, in defiance, against the dark: ‘til death. To mock futility, souls …
Wanderlust by Dana Li
Won’t you come, and walk these rugged roads with me? We can drive that beat-up van through stretches of golden cornfield, dappled with dying sunlight, …