GYPSY

The old woman clasps worn cards wearily to grizzled chin, vertical lines set deep as piercing black eyes etched into an apple doll face. Sweeping swollen arthritic fingers over lined forehead, drumming now, listening to the hollow sound of bony digits echoing against...

SCHEMA

He rolls over, nestles into her back; warm, soft hands cupping bony ribs, slack belly, full hips. Years they have lain this way, waning dancers in the twilight. She turns, his synchronized movements practiced upon nights beyond number; limbs flailing, twisting,...