Repurposing
The phoebe's eye a star-kindled coal lights on the base
poetry
Private Viewing
Our eyes look out in darkness, both whites shot
Stone Tools
Three thousand years ago someone stopped
In the Restaurant
She sat beside me
Empty Nest
She lived in a house
The Friendly Beasts
I began to shiver as if I had been beaten
The Carcass
Silence woke me each time he returned
Necromance
Poppy under a young
The Times
By "Classical"
Fiction
Excitement of being someone else about whom
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