Parlour Tricks with Ed Steck                                 M. Callen

I waved my arm to signal ta-da, but no smoke and no song were revealed. A hand reached out in place of the absurd, the slit in the green velvet curtain. The way  the color red made its exit, or is simply invisible now. The winter made of whiskey, this cabin full of limbs. Put all these antiques on eBay, somebody get us out of here.

M. Callen is a multidisciplinary artist and poet from Philadelphia.  She is the recipient of fellowships from the Atlantic Center for the Arts, the Bucknell Seminar for Younger Poets, and the Vermont Studio Center. Her work has appeared in Fence, Gigantic, The New Guard, and other fine publications.  You can find her online athttp://m-callen.com.