Ann Howells i squeeze my eyes tight make blue neon swarm colors meld like oil on water i crouch bow shoulders jack-knife knees got yer Mama’s nose folks say got her mouth must be they fit your knuckles my coat of colors fades: black to purple blue to green yellow to brown i wear battle… More

The Madwoman Feels Vulnerable

Ann Howells exposed in a way she hasn’t felt before. She locks her door, adds deadbolt and chain, drives a wedge beneath to hold it, closes blinds so no one can watch her. The madwoman fears the dark, burns a night light in every outlet, runs the tv all day. No one must know she’s… More