Cleo Mikutta

\\  // By Cleo Mikutta – III –   // \\   On a cruise ship caught in a tropical storm, the chlorine water in the indoor swimming pool has begun to imitate the violent Read more…

\\  // By Cleo Mikutta – V –   //   The wide-eyed girls came every night. When they opened their raincoats, a scent of bitter honey would pour out. They handed in plastic bags Read more…

//  \\ By Cleo Mikutta – II –   //   ‘You remind me of him,’ she said quietly, speaking to him through the flames, saying the words more to herself than to him. He watched Read more…

\\ // By Cleo Mikutta – IV – \\   Her eyes rest on the pins, there on the wooden floor, sharp, metallic bodies, there on the floor, there, in the plastic box, there, with Read more…