Collection: Ethel Zine & Micro Press

from the press: 

Ethel’s dagger is a knife made out of flowers. She is cultivating an asp as she cultivates a Christ. Praying in the serpent’s field, she walks like a many-handed deer. With 1000 eyes, she is wolf-faced in the forest and wears small bells.

Are there lights shining on these pages? she asks. (She can’t see past her many thousand eyes). If her language is incomprehensible, she rings the small bells and approaches as if in a

searchlight.

In the orchard, she embroiders a film which evokes a repulsive figure. I’m as inconsolable as a relic, she says, then preforms a type of miracle where she digs a small hole and fills it with everyone’s butter.

She renounces all sinister flowers.

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