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Roseblood

I could feel the music of a slow future dying inside me. And the past very much alive, like shimmering beatific flowers, like luscious night-thistles. The past is a changeable feast. Except it is a feast that eats and eats … Continue reading

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Scissors

Hard to move forward, she thought, when bound to what’s gone– She bought new scissors.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Night-Thistles

I could feel the music of a slow future dying inside me. And the past very much alive, like shimmering beatific flowers, like luscious night-thistles. The past is a changeable feast. Except it is a feast that eats and eats … Continue reading

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Timewarp

I tell myself stories in the dark, Anya. It helps. Or maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it makes things worse. Or keeps everything the same. Which is a different kind of worse. It is scary once you realize that the past … Continue reading

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Braid

How quickly we forget the nearness of grief, and remember, with rated thorns, a past nettled to braid.

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