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I’ve started the next installment of DRIFT:I learned two things about Rachel Proust as we pursued the Martians through the Zagros Mountains. One, she was a liar;...
Read MoreI’ve started the next installment of DRIFT:I learned two things about Rachel Proust as we pursued the Martians through the Zagros Mountains. One, she was a liar;...
Read MoreSweedler PreserveMoss and fungiGlowing after rainThen tunnels scythedIn autumn grassThe seat of Heaven hereScratched into stoneBy restless fingersWashed by sun...
Read MoreThe Old Walls Are GoneMy eyes open on the worldPain in the eaves pain in the skyIn the words passing out of livesFriends families nations namesSinking like rain in cups...
Read MoreThe Night Train The night train comes,its sole satellite shining on the planetits iron sea become molten daylight.The horn I hear sings to you too,the sparkle of rain...
Read MoreMetaphysics Reality is a nasty habit. It keeps on getting worse.Time is an addiction.A cradle and a hearse.All things moving forwardfrom Pandora’s boxto Queen Anne’s...
Read MoreThe flowers in the marble foyer were fresh, justpicked, and arranged in a large black vase on arosewood table in front of a twenty-third-centuryCzech mirror. Albion...
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