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The Seventh Wave
Ornamental skulls in various sizes stare ironically from planter boxes and garden beds like lone plastic icons celebrating a win in the war against humanity in victorious colony…
The Cliff
He drags her by the feet. Red dirt stains her face. She tries to scream, I can see because the veins in her neck pulse and her chest heaves, but …
Train Goes By
If you look past your face’s reflection in the train window, it’s only a glimpse but takes a lifetime to see the dry, hoof-beaten straw for grass, and how it …
The Literary Gangster 