Kristina Sheehan is an itinerant recluse, Vonnegut enthusiast, and aspiring wordplay artiste. The thorns turn inwardBy Kristina Sheehan on a ribbon of twilight you descend into the garden armed with cadmium, mercury, and lead: rotting citrus thickens the gray you stumble down a ravine whose footholds have disintegrated the bitter wind whips your bitter lips […]

