Destroy Me, Desecrate My Bones

I. How many skeletons are in your closet? Are they yours? Are they friends? Have your ghosts hit puberty yet; are they thirsty? Adrenaline seekers? Do they wish to feel the sea spray in their face at high speeds? Do you want to go out for coffee after this?

II. Where is your scientist? Who's the fraud? Have you applied? It's time to be examined. Are you ready?

III. Do you want to drip? To disappear? To be gathered, then unspooled? Are you married? Does it matter?

IV. Do you know where the bogs are? All of them? Are you made of molding clay? Are you in danger? Is that blood? Do you like that?

V. Are you collecting your loves? Do they keep spilling over? Do you want them all anyway?

VI. Will you cut and re-sew things to make them fit? Is this a ritual? Have we reached the bottom yet?

A collection of essays, short stories, poems, and charts in Victoria Hood's indelible voice, Destroy Me, Desecrate My Bones confronts raw desires, rock bottoms, measureless loves, and the viscera of all realms. Percussive, evocative language and experiments of form create a world of earnest uncanny as Hood takes stock of the desires of the living, the dead, the imagined, and the beloved.