Fiona Sze-Lorrain

On Hypnosis, Unscripted       A shaman finds out his vehicle can’t move like a man—windows grow breasts, curtains scream for attention.      Nothing happens, but the room sweetens its bones.      A bronze floor lamp, two bar tables, five oiled chairs in one circle: a party of ghost babies laugh with life-size cats. The Scope of Darkness The cave wheels… Continue reading Fiona Sze-Lorrain