Hypatia Artemisia

4 She had that dream again — chimpanzees under her bed. Human-looking animals scare her. So does Ronald McDonald. So do cameras with...

“Moon, tell me if I could, send up my heart to you, so when I die, which I must do, could it shine down here with you?” “My Love Mine All...

You press “= ” and the answer trails off the screen. You chew the eraser stub in annoyance, wondering where you could’ve gone wrong,...

By Hypatia Artemisia I’ll be your wet dream, I'll be your femme fatale, I’ll be your good little girl. Look me up and down — Don’t I look...