Our World
We'd been Tweaking
poetry
The Carcass
Silence woke me each time he returned
The Friendly Beasts
I began to shiver as if I had been beaten
Empty Nest
She lived in a house
In the Restaurant
She sat beside me
Stone Tools
Three thousand years ago someone stopped
Private Viewing
Our eyes look out in darkness, both whites shot
Repurposing
The phoebe's eye a star-kindled coal lights on the base
Openwork
While the face faded into the black screen its last words
Tweet
In the beginning were birds from green-fringed watchtowers
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