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A jagged, liver-colored scar cleaved Yrmela’s cheek from her ear to the corner of her mouth. It was the worst of the scars and Sybil Cane was saving it up for...
Read MoreA jagged, liver-colored scar cleaved Yrmela’s cheek from her ear to the corner of her mouth. It was the worst of the scars and Sybil Cane was saving it up for...
Read More4. SHAKE and the sky was like a tabloid when I wiped the smudge and left a thumbprint on the spider in her eye snow was blowing through the branches did she always...
Read MoreLast fall I found myself sitting in a fancy hotel bar on the corner of 17th and Park, a few doors down from where Max’s was. I started scribbling on napkins, and...
Read Morefor maggie We will be working side by side We will dig and cut and fold. The cat is crying in the pantry A sere whip of wind lashes the trees. Bent by time to the task...
Read MoreThe arrows pointed to it My following eyes burrowed forward Past dark and light even the grey felt- Like fog was stretched across lake and sky. That is where I dwelt At...
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