We all have our habits that give our lives (and the lives of those around us, even strangers) a structure, a refrain, one that sometimes barely varies for long stretches of time. Regardless, I've been noticing circles-in movements, in habits, in thoughts and words. All these circles seem like the imprints of rain on lake water: disparate but blending, ephemeral yet vividly concrete. I see circles of thought articulated in this new issue of Blood Orange Review, too...
These are the rules. Stepfathers in stories ruin stepdaughters with their dirty desires. Women empowered by sex are dark and cool and in love in a take-it-or-leave-it way. Homeless people contain within their rags and stench a shining, bright truth. Battered women can produce guns at a moment’s notice.