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Wake up, it is night! Wake up to the night From in here, we can now become more than light. So, stand by each one To a strange questioning sense is this, or is this not a hint at my long-lost sense? Proper arrangements claim a...
Cyndi Cresswell Cook is a writer and a photographer. She lives on the edge of a forest. A fox...
Te enterre en el jardin: una fosa miniscula como una mano abierta, tierra austral, tierra fria fue cubriendo tu plumaje, los rayos amarillos, los relampagos negros de tu cuerpo apagado. Del Matto Gross, De la fertile Goiania, Te...
we were shopping for homes in the Paradise Estates driving along the peaceful, perfect streets identical roof peaks casting serrated shadows on unblemished driveways bright-green rectangular lawns when we came upon the scene- an...
Sheila followed The Secondhand online. It was the only website she visited on her computer every morning. She even set up “alerts” on her phone, so she’d be the first to see new ads. Sheila knew this was not what her friends had...
Photo by Linda Gunther My house crushed to clay More than forty times they shell each day and night Destroy Kill My son now prisoner twenty-nine years old If I leave, escape then I abandon him I not go stay in crumbled house...
"Stupidity has a knack of getting its way."
Albert Camus
