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My mind, memories, and soul came into being—like waking up, only somehow, I was already awake. My dim cabin aboard the Samsa was more...

Perhaps they too were lonely, Not among themselves so much As among their own kind. Loneliness was a hand reaching Through the darkness...

Nobody batted an eye while the man with the carrion-crow mask handed the little girl flowers of violet. Not even the young farmhand, who...

“Tell me a bedtime story, mother,” the child says. “What kind of story?” the mother asks. “One of your scary ones. One about the...

Tira plucked the sethel flower off the stem and sucked the starlight from it. It hinted at sweetness, teasing like the moon on this...

The traditions recycled and passed down on an earth that forever stood still. An essence diluted to the dusty remains of some forgotten...

The holy speech, that which is Divine Spirit, the embodied Logos, is immortal. All of nature in paragraph, as indeed the secret song of...

The two holy men traveled by day, each of them on their own mule, riding slowly through the grass, until they came to the cabin in the...

Part I: Their ship wasn't meant for oars, but they brought them above deck anyway. They tied the sails down, securing them with ropes to...

she boiled rocks, you know on the stove to get rid of the spirits. an image of an elderly helen of troy one that did not disappear with...

Ripples in the canals are the only warning you get. They’re also the last thing most people see. When feeding starts, you’d better hope...

Hanging Babylon, fig trees of dream—uncut oasis, liquor of sun. Perfect Babylon: a sceptre, ailing queen, a gospel of hoaxes preachers...

I pray to Dionysus— begging him to walk me through his vineyard Asking him to sew me to his thigh and make me twice-born too I fear he is...

Magnificent Niké alights upon a plinth of stones her huge wings of blue the wrapped mantle of fine linen around her legs hemmed in blue...

My toes curl into the sand on a New England shore / thousands of miles (even years) from another world. My ancestors lived by the moon,...

Enticed by the soft pine-needle floor, I trace the ridgeline upon a whisper of a trail where the ghosts of Indigenous peoples chip arrow...

He dreamed the red dream of blood falling in rivers from a cliff. He stood beneath, drinking it, knowing he would never be hungry again....

“What is your name?” I finally asked on that cold and hopeless morning, as we stood naked on the hilltop, knowing we were irredeemable....

Both are watered together, Faux-foliage and living plants, A mixture blessed by my spouse. Dampened in the early morning sun, Facets from...

Twelve of us dropped our pale feet against the ground on your orders thinking between the lines of a silk edged rope that perhaps despite...