A fable about a holy woman wandering the ruins of a
collapsed civilization, Saint was published by dancing
girl press in 2018.
Excerpt (from "Arriving")
Saint slides down the sage-green hill like blackberry
honey—a unified drip. Her toes kick up dust
clouds the color of hazelnut, catching setting light. All
neon tan. She moves toward the city that groans like a
lover: the song of architecture melting. As if toothpicks
and wax. She passes by the metal sign: Welcome
to [spray paint], Population [bullet holes]. Glides
beneath the arch. The city is decked in lace-agate-blue
as twilight seeps into its marrow. Wind throws paper that catches
Saint’s ankle. The windows above her are shattered. Curtains ebb, flow
like farewelling damsels. Saint puts in one earbud.
Cranks the volume up.