Author: hollyevaallen

Published in Levee Magazine, Issue 02, 2019   My wedding photos came back and I didn’t look like memory. My face a powdered expanse without depth, flat as a Byzantine Jesus or maybe the asphalt even. My mother was like a wax figure under an unforgiving flame, her eyes fixed somewhere out of focus, out … Continue reading My Wedding Photos

Published in Juste Milieu, Issue No. 8 (Pop Art), 2019   I was a faith hunter, my eyes wrapped in wool. I would stand, third grade height and smaller mind, at the edge of your words with a sharp, crooked wisp of a stick, burned white manzanita branch, looking to spear what syllables best pleased … Continue reading Visit

Published in Blue Unicorn, Volume XLII, 2018   On a solute Tuesday the gardener brings his rusty metal appendages, his chemical adjurations.   The earth congeals and curdles its rainwater, small clouds fleeing the touch of his crude feet, all in rubber.   His clippers clash in indignation while nearby gnats and ladybirds avert their … Continue reading I Distinguished the Insect from the Herb

Published in The Slanted House, 2018   Wavering in bleached cotton, thin-skinned muscle-twitches ring out their juices through faded eye-sockets in the sticky not-so-supple air drenched with night-colors.   The same-sex sinners arrive pregnant minds lay their anchors elsewhere and so, we reel them in with calloused hands into tumultuous shores of shallow depth. Their … Continue reading Same Sex Summers