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Gravel crunched beneath two pairs of dirty sneakers, filling the empty afternoon. A loud ping echoed over the field as a rock ricocheted...

“And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.” —Friedrich Nietzsche. Beyond Good and Evil, IV, 146 A light touch...

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...

I first heard about the disease while nursing my broken ribs over the evening news. Some prion thing, a misfolded protein, a bunch of...

I’ve had dreams of demons Visiting me under the velvet blanket of night— When most would wake With shivers of fear, These are the least...

When the deity visited our city, the Cleanliness Corps swept the streets clean of wretched has-beens like me lest the sojourning god be...

Abandoned for years, the red farmhouse became a landmark in my childhood, glimpsed from the school bus. It sits well back from the road...

His sword shone brightly, as I drew my own. May God forgive me. I had never fought one, so bold, and so knightly who held the throne. His...

I will tell them about the delectation, the solar burst of my heart: how twice it softly jolted me out of the sleep-verge like a glowing...

Lagnogard, balancing on her scaly tail atop one of the many sandstones jutting from the beach, stretched out each of her stubby green...

I have not felt the comfort of sleep since my third death. It’s been twenty, maybe twenty-five days since I last tasted the stain of the...

Maybe we were better off When gods and monsters walked among us. When evil walked the world, But we knew it when we saw it. And the...

1867, two years after the war ended, five years after Antietam, 22,700 and more dead at Sharpsburg, arms and legs scattered around me...

Outside it’s snowing. Again. Hard. Already new-white blankets the off-white of last week’s storm on the campus of our mid-sized college...

I nearly set the date— I always put great stock in astrology. And with our planets so aligned I moved with a false confidence. My bouts...

I once studied in the hall of mirrors, kept my back to the reflections. I never recognize myself anyway. I looked out the wall of windows...

The Empress. The Ten of Cups. The King Of Swords. First comes a strange sensation, Like a poppy racing to bloom, Or a present hastily...