METAPHYSICS
Metaphysics 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 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...
Read Moreat home with her stuff — for my mother 1. the sunlies shattered on ice rain peels the paintwind strips the clapboard clean intoxicated antsmill over roadkill...
Read MoreCHAPTER 24 OF ISLE OF DOGS: ExilesDear Sargon,I write to you from a small neglected window seatin Castelul Banffy where I now live. It might as well beMars, it is so...
Read MoreThe Admiral stood hunched over the surgery counter, staring sadly at Phaedra’s placenta. She knew she had to preserve it intact and was resisting an urge to eat it raw....
Read MoreThe Bluest Day There’s a glass of milk on the floorof iron plating soon to be spilled,arms and legs of a chair in waiting.I watch the news with half an eyethe other...
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