Heidi Seaborn – C Is for Cruelty

C is for Cruelty Almost daily, my sisters and I terrorized our too beautiful baby brother. One summer night, we chased him off a dock. Such a small splash in the darkness, his moonface bobbing. Perhaps that evening was the turning point when we went too far. After, our cruelty to one another reduced to […]

Heidi Seaborn – Burning the Evidence of Our Existence

Burning the Evidence of Our Existence A matchbook lies on the table between us next to the ashtray, dirty with cigarettes. The one we stole from the hotel in Rome, drunk on chianti and moonshine. Drunk on a story we told into extinction. I’m done talking atonally. I’ve emptied my pockets again. What remains lies […]