Now I know what you’re thinking. In this one you’re the princess; the dragon is faceless. Everywhere, the edges of the waves are blown into froth. I worry so much about making it interesting. Off the ferry, the first thing we buy is a cone of sugared almonds. Crests of waves begin to topple.
Sylee Gore
SYLEE GORE has won prizes for her hybrid prose (Bird in Your Hands Prize), non-fiction (Bodleian Libraries), and poetry (Lord Alfred Douglas Memorial Prize). Her work appears in 3:AM, 14 Magazine, Brooklyn Review, Guesthouse, Harvard Review, Longbarrow Press, The Mays, The Rialto, SAND Journal, and elsewhere. Gore translates museum catalogues and artist monographs for galleries and publishers, and serves as Poetry Editor at the Oxford Review of Books.
