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Hallowing Loss
Haibun A hornet struggles in the air, slow to fly off after a fruitless search under the deck table. Emerald leaves on a barren peach tree doomed to the saw tremble in the slightest...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer – Part Four – The Brewer 29
Serial Fiction Suddenly the great hall lit up with fiery splendor. That was the last beautiful woman he saw in his time. For in hell there were no beauties. (Don’t get me wrong most...
Zedlist – Part Fourteen
Kevin was looking through the research notes Tim had given him, using them as a starting point to initiate some of his own online research. He was looking at demonology, drawing from folklore and...
The Key To My Heart
The key was heavy brass. There was a tag tied to it that had an address written on it. Marcus held it in his hand, contemplating what to do. The waves of the beach...
Gothicarus: Part X – John Logosi’s Dilemma
Serial Poem “She is frightening- I won’t pretend otherwise. I often wish to be rid of her completely, Return to the days before she’d cut into me. All of her is sharp: her beauty,...
Time Traveling
Poem The blue sky and the stars watching me from above are calling. Remember us? From the time when you could barely stand on your feet and used to dream about talking bears and...
Watch Your Step
Poem Wandering in the morning light Change is happening left and right Will change take me by surprise? Or will it pass me by? Sweep me away But don’t kill my history Give me...
Son of a Witch – Agnes
Short Fiction Do you want the short version or the long one? Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter. It’s not my story so I don’t really get a say in how it...
Paper Football
Poem Like a child playing paper football You flicked me through the handmade goal at which you were aiming. I was happy to be folded by your fingers into a crisp little triangle. We...
Fields Of Life
Poem Through fields of Life, I’m running like mustang, wading in clouds, I fly! Helplessly unstoppable impulse, desires, blink, smileс, kiss, and haze of summer bliss. What hearts of men need? If it is...
