The Dances We Did Between Rocks and Hard Places by Julie Reverb An eyeless spy hides. He’s seen the end so rests his head against a dead fox in a wardrobe. Old fur warms even ghosts’ stubborn skin. He keeps his breath gilled — silent — above uncracked bone. He wonders why he bothers when there is nothing to guess, no outcome unknown. Sitting on the single bed, Lucy adjusts the gash in her gown. A perfunctory valley, where hiraeth […]