Apex Magazine
These are the days of silver, and of gold —the panting cold, the burst of bright on blackas coins sprout from trees, shiver, fall,pave the streets with change.Strange is the...
Turning the Leaves
These are the days of silver, and of gold —the panting cold, the burst of bright on blackas coins sprout from trees, shiver, fall,pave the streets with change.Strange is the...
For Caitlyn Paxson and Jessica P. Wick The tale is wrong. I bear no grudge.A story in the teeth of timewill shift its outlined shape, be chewedto more palatable stuff.Thus...
No Poisoned Comb
For Caitlyn Paxson and Jessica P. Wick The tale is wrong. I bear no grudge.A story in the teeth of timewill shift its outlined shape, be chewedto more palatable stuff.Thus...
for Caitlyn Paxson and Jessica P. Wick North of the Trent, they say,we give our eyes to ravens.Where they fly, so do our looks,and their hunger is our hunger,and we...
In Search of a North Countrie
for Caitlyn Paxson and Jessica P. Wick North of the Trent, they say,we give our eyes to ravens.Where they fly, so do our looks,and their hunger is our hunger,and we...