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most times we wait for bone harvest to flesh for first sigh of blood for grunt work’s spin we guard our knees drag our limbs tilt scarred hands towards amber...
Brains, Brains, Brains
most times we wait for bone harvest to flesh for first sigh of blood for grunt work’s spin we guard our knees drag our limbs tilt scarred hands towards amber...
most times we wait for bone harvest to flesh for first sigh of blood for grunt work’s spin we guard our knees drag our limbs tilt scarred hands towards amber...
Brains, Brains, Brains
most times we wait for bone harvest to flesh for first sigh of blood for grunt work’s spin we guard our knees drag our limbs tilt scarred hands towards amber...
The rush of water pushes time, eating the shoreand exposing it, tugging the bodies of stonesback and forth across unmarked linesof life and death, time and tide. Sometimesthey gasp in...
On the Excarnations of the Gods
The rush of water pushes time, eating the shoreand exposing it, tugging the bodies of stonesback and forth across unmarked linesof life and death, time and tide. Sometimesthey gasp in...
Schliemann digs by day in the winds of Hisarlık,prospecting for myth with digammas and dynamite.His children’s names roll like the seagrounding black ships on burning shores,his wife with the hair...
The Excavation of Troy
Schliemann digs by day in the winds of Hisarlık,prospecting for myth with digammas and dynamite.His children’s names roll like the seagrounding black ships on burning shores,his wife with the hair...
Like Schrödinger’s catthe half wives live in boxes with a loaded gun,neither living nor dead, until their box is openedand the cold and messy laws of probability take effect.That’s why...
Half Wives
Like Schrödinger’s catthe half wives live in boxes with a loaded gun,neither living nor dead, until their box is openedand the cold and messy laws of probability take effect.That’s why...
For Lily and her eyetongues Love is a hungry wordHollow, needfulLying thick on the tongue, and sharpWith a coppery tangNot unlike bloodThough its stainFar more difficultTo wash away I spoke...
Synesthete
For Lily and her eyetongues Love is a hungry wordHollow, needfulLying thick on the tongue, and sharpWith a coppery tangNot unlike bloodThough its stainFar more difficultTo wash away I spoke...
Oz was a dismal place in those days.Rule of witches is never a formula for happiness.Not evil witches, nor good witches,nor woods witches or all–knowing sorceresses. Too many witches, they...
Ghosts of Oz
Oz was a dismal place in those days.Rule of witches is never a formula for happiness.Not evil witches, nor good witches,nor woods witches or all–knowing sorceresses. Too many witches, they...