Dear Emma Goldman at Blunderbuss

“If you come to see me, come in the early spring. My front garden will be full of daffodils. I will hang a black flag from the porch. You could read Kropotkin out loud to the children before bed. No matter my exhortations, they still ask for princes…” Read it here: Dear Emma Goldman

The Pupil of an Eye at rawboned

“A needle could go in, a hatpin with a pearl bead, a stray earring lost in the bedsheets. Or a monster could come out, like Athena blasting forth from the skull of Zeus, fully formed and ripe for war. Her rind of armor splits, juice and pulp gush…” Read more: The Pupil of an Eye