For the girls who getlost in the woods(and kiss woodcuttersand weres alike.)And find themselves becomingwolvesin time.Blood turns to ginger.Flesh is wine.Veins of black hairsprout on their spine.Blood ginger, blood ginger –grandma for dinner.And maiden, how your teethShine. Your back suppleBlood twisting through yourClaws digWould you careFor a taste, a lickOf blood gingerThe moon blinksWoodcutter boy?There’s […]

Blood Ginger – Iris Ng and Allister Nelson