The Northern Path Return to the place of divergence. An unconscious man poured out on the floorboards. In each conversation, when we speak of travel, he tells of a road in the north. “At first it seems common. . . If there are gentle hills, these sidle by like lambs toward a clover. Never a [...]
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We’ve flattened the cauldrons to blend teal and umber, and sharpened our spent wands to scratch ardent lines. The mud mixed for golems forms delicate ankles, while icons are channeled ‘neath bright, colored light. but not all is forgone, ignore us at peril…
Sleep’s tendrils twist, entwine each eyelash, lids like breakers fall. Hands lie folded in orison, lips have ceased to ask.
Indulge me in my closet of quandry: hamper dillemna or quarries of laundry?
A glance, tipped with the taste of kohl and hemlock; soft beauty ringed in silhouette of stark predation, scorn and self-awareness married by pride shown in the gentle turn of a sneer that fades with her advance
these are Spam and Dada inspired… experimental tidbits: Joe, the friend of Joe tells him sad discounts rings him for boxing but can he just pack up, and face the small kittens? Never clip can has He can’t everlast puck a trickster of drill bits cascades dentist trousers for mutual EXP. DATE like Ultra [...]
