Heather Christle

We can’t be other than we are and we are hungry for some fruit...

The box full of live animals has gone missing and with it the sense of crushed sadness to which we'd so lovingly tended. Now we have nothing but time seems nearly correct but that is its...

Because we are mammals we illuminate glasses of milk...

It isn't dark yet though it should be dark The grass is bright you can still see it and warm and you can smell it and elsewhere two people hold one another close in a darkness they have created.

Every day to wake up supposing so many lines at once they seem more of an air or some skin...

On my first day at the new job I felt like a biblical error, I had to lie down, I confessed pages of telephone numbers but nobody picked up, and I never saw another soul, least of all my own.