Keep watch at Burlesque Press on Thursdays for updates:
January: "Airplanes rip bright, white wounds across the sky. . ."
February: "The moon will not be full this month. . ."
March: "Stony and broken, I taste the Spring."
April: "I run for shelter and the sunshine leaves."
May: "Time is God, the destroyer of all life. . ."
June: "The rains come now, every day, at four."
July: "Summer’s Hell is a caustic, boiling dream. . ."
August: ". . .the map of the world should no more be read. . ."
September: "Hurricanes have taken over the skies. . ."