Prose
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Shopping List Lost

The fair light peaks at dawn, this heart flattered by the rush, another perilous tick tock, another band of blue, in a seemingly endless veil of gray Continue reading
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Gwenhwyfar

She came down from the sky on a glowing escalator and I waited for her in the parking lot. But sometimes I think she was maybe there all along, maybe my entire life and I just didn’t see her because they can be invisible. She looks human. She has all the right parts in the… Continue reading
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The Lonely Arcade

Shattered windows cry like Sunday peacocks warning of the impending doom of glass Continue reading



