Pulsing
1867, two years after the war ended, five years after Antietam, 22,700 and more dead at Sharpsburg, arms and legs scattered around me...
Pulsing
The Third Jilting
Pipe Dream
On the Deliberation of Value
Recurring Nightmare
Battle
The Hoverer
Fractures like windows and time
Report
Oh Well [What the Circle of Hell]