Now And At The Hour
“It’s getting closer,” she said, her eyes on the smoke rising from the ground after the […]
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“It’s getting closer,” she said, her eyes on the smoke rising from the ground after the […]
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The crowd becomes groups. The groups become individuals as they slowly file out the front door,
notes chime your wordson an otherwise silentscreen. that same spikeof adrenaline bursts in myveins uninvited inspiration
Transubstantiation On her wedding day in 1821, Charlotte Freeman was eager to feel grown
my heart is a turnipgrown to an absurd extenta rutabaga wrested from the groundwith undue influencedried
Every Christmas, come ghost stories,come cocoa-powder, come rough childrenrolling down hills, out of bodies, come bodiesrolling
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Denise waddles down the hallway to her creative writing class like a brown Mrs. Pac-Man, struggling