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My gears run smooth no more.They bite into each other like a crone’s teethbite the apple’s flesh, like fingers of a dead man bitethe living air. Soon my gears will...
The Automaton to Her Engineer
My gears run smooth no more.They bite into each other like a crone’s teethbite the apple’s flesh, like fingers of a dead man bitethe living air. Soon my gears will...
She stands watch.Ungloved trigger hand clutching the stock of her gun,she notes the sky isn’t sable, but blueand the night air smells of ozone and wet dirt. He kneels in...
Sidereal
She stands watch.Ungloved trigger hand clutching the stock of her gun,she notes the sky isn’t sable, but blueand the night air smells of ozone and wet dirt. He kneels in...
Everything we were looking forWas right there with us all along,In a tidy gingham package.I’m the one who figured it out, of course.Couldn’t stop laughing, for a long time, when it...
If I Only Had A ...
Everything we were looking forWas right there with us all along,In a tidy gingham package.I’m the one who figured it out, of course.Couldn’t stop laughing, for a long time, when it...
The woman knits. Salty green-brown strands slipbetween her needles,coat her hands with brine.Waves boom onto rockssmeared with moonlight andthe wind tastes of mackerel. The coverlet takes shape.A delicate lace pattern...
He Dreams of Salt and Sea
The woman knits. Salty green-brown strands slipbetween her needles,coat her hands with brine.Waves boom onto rockssmeared with moonlight andthe wind tastes of mackerel. The coverlet takes shape.A delicate lace pattern...
The woman knits. Salty green-brown strands slipbetween her needles,coat her hands with brine.Waves boom onto rockssmeared with moonlight andthe wind tastes of mackerel. The coverlet takes shape.A delicate lace pattern...
He Dreams of Salt and Sea
The woman knits. Salty green-brown strands slipbetween her needles,coat her hands with brine.Waves boom onto rockssmeared with moonlight andthe wind tastes of mackerel. The coverlet takes shape.A delicate lace pattern...
“at least” is the phrase apologists useto characterize icharus icharus, so whitehis teeth, icharus, so straighthis gait, his cell phone coverage, great, at least they say at least the sea,at...
there must be a surefire way to separate the ravens from the crows
“at least” is the phrase apologists useto characterize icharus icharus, so whitehis teeth, icharus, so straighthis gait, his cell phone coverage, great, at least they say at least the sea,at...
two children asleep in each others’ armsby the gutter, wreathed in tetrapaks and plastic bottlesin the wake of the flood their bodies the color of mudcoated in mud one’s face...
The Multiple Lives of Juan and Pedro
two children asleep in each others’ armsby the gutter, wreathed in tetrapaks and plastic bottlesin the wake of the flood their bodies the color of mudcoated in mud one’s face...