she’s a girl who knows the right time for bricks. she’s got a bag of concrete, and she needs no other tricks. aggressively near-naked is her uniform for warring—she spent enough time dressing up when she was newborn, low-built, boring. she’s got…
tourmaline and tiger’s eye were having a contention. tiger sided with reaction; tourmaline preferred prevention. to settle their dispute they asked the iron to advise them, so he cast them into pebbles wrapped in granite to disguise them, and put them in…
he rarely went running. he tended more to quiet, to calm, to cunning. to cool. he was warm now. he worked to find and feel the ground, fend off feeling far afool. he’d bent his bolt to branch-beneath, night grown on wide;…
stop. stop like the sun at its height a world across, where flowers welcome wind and not a single lumen’s lost. stop like the sun at its depth herecent-passed, where all the leaves have left us and the snow’s drifts are amassed.…
my lover has become a bee. i will love her all the same. i will plant a honeysuckle tree and gather stones to spell her name. the stones will come from the river in our woods where we met in full moonlight…
“yes, yes,” he says, as if the hundred-seventh time. “grandfather’s side, at some remove. once heard there’s resemblance, but—what does that prove? everyone’s got it who thinks on crime.” “shit not? i’m all talk. i just read that name historical, some scopter…
Salamander says, in long and sibilant stresses, “ssshe seemsshy t’night, eyes tuck’t aback those tresses.” held aloft, he‘s speaking soft, speaking to the one who binds his time (the fleshly one, that blend of five set so aligned to be inclined to…