she imagines there is a head sticking out from under the dark cyan curtains. it is made of shadow and has jagged horns. two spots of yellow that become eyes. under the clinical fluorescent glare, it stays. she makes it stay. earlier she imagined there would be a path to salvation in the crick where … Continue reading The Demon Lover – Tan Ruey Fern

Across the street, along the park-side pavement a black dog walked, and sniffed with three short snouts, against the sage green grass sheen, dark coat of his fur was an obsidian knife. The trees blunted it, he was following closely the terra cotta tiles. At the little red shrine, he stopped to test the lumps … Continue reading The Heads of Cerberus – Tan Ruey Fern