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...