8 Till Late
8 Till Late by Christopher Barnes King Canute rostrums transmissions, Grand view ads, fitful half-light channels. Wizardry reads signals, embodiments In impulsive jumps. At The
8 Till Late by Christopher Barnes King Canute rostrums transmissions, Grand view ads, fitful half-light channels. Wizardry reads signals, embodiments In impulsive jumps. At The
Men at the Hotel Pool by Michael Miller With a single pale look, the boy casts them as judges. Naked but for wet trunks, he
Summer Mowing by Jennifer Gray He has transformed his Tonka dump truck into a push mower, using lumber scraps and duct tape to construct a
Chicken Breast or Rump Roast by Donal Mahoney Freddie and Fern were an old couple, a very old couple if truth be told, but on
SWAMPIE by John Grey He lived so close to the cypress swamp, the howls, the screeches, the thrashings, of death were as common as bird
Spring In Remission by Noah Gordon I’m thinking of the shy way you walked toward the treeline, and how we talked about the oldest Cave
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e pluribus unium by Halifax there are wars but not peaces we oversleep not sleep in conflict is broken into shared pieces reciprocated in kind