Unmooring
Unmooring
There is god, and there are doorknobs I wash in grief our clothes and dishes […]
There is god, and there are doorknobs I wash in grief our clothes and dishes
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Endangered
Endangered
That all familiar odor. When the foulbrood comes, the hive is inevitably lost. That is known
That all familiar odor. When the foulbrood comes, the hive is inevitably lost. That is known
Sherlock Holmes Redux
Sherlock Holmes Redux
Mr. Bones held the broken pencil up to the early morning light coming through his science
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Mr. Bones held the broken pencil up to the early morning light coming through his science
Skeleton City
Skeleton City
1 – Bound to return There’s a grim place growing on the cliffs of the Atlantic
1 – Bound to return There’s a grim place growing on the cliffs of the Atlantic
The Soul Architect
The Soul Architect
Hands of the Soul Architect Weave threads of flesh and silver, His work is never done
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Hands of the Soul Architect Weave threads of flesh and silver, His work is never done
A Bird in the hand
A Bird in the hand
He had those eyes, those Hugh Grant eyes. Eyes that crinkled at the corners, mischievous, but
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He had those eyes, those Hugh Grant eyes. Eyes that crinkled at the corners, mischievous, but
Sunday Best
Sunday Best
Sunday mornings. Everyone at my house dreaded them, except my mother. I abhorred going to church.
Sunday mornings. Everyone at my house dreaded them, except my mother. I abhorred going to church.