Malleable Memories

     Stiffly pressed with starch and steam, the musty breath of the iron on sheets and brocade pleated to be hung gingerly. Silk embroidery, needles that scar that which is hard to hide, a call for the precise. Crimson droplets from a stuck thumb under the drum of the banging machine are caught in the […]

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Transmutation

scraps of silk layered on the cutting room floor, pillbox hats in stacks with pins to penetrate any guise. and i,  toyed with wooden beads  that slid through my fingers with the crack of an abacus losing its count. her feet pressed the pedal, the needle hammer roar of machine and fabric fusion. . there […]

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