Tea Leafin’ for a Drum ‘n’ Bass
I washed me clothes ‘ere. Washed me skin, me wounds. Now they say ‘m washed clean enough t’ go. May not’ve had privacy, but this was mine. Was mine. Now […]
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I washed me clothes ‘ere. Washed me skin, me wounds. Now they say ‘m washed clean enough t’ go. May not’ve had privacy, but this was mine. Was mine. Now […]
Okay. People are irritating me on a visceral level. I’m going to be using blanket phrasing and general terms here, so please, don’t get all uppity and defensive. The whole […]
I’d wanted him to burn. That’d been all. But here we two are: the only things alive in this waste of a world. I don’t know why that crow affects […]
When it comes to the creative process, the one thing I hear my writer friends complain about the most is research. It is near-universally hated! This has never made sense […]
From the forest path, an apparition, a pale, floating thing out of my nightmares, hovered and slid toward our home. That thing wearing a black gown and veil came bringing […]
Sparrows replace pigeons. I wrote you from write to left, ‘The unshadowed man, he shows your face.’ You will always be mud running, but plant your heart where my head […]