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Crisped at the edges, gilded wings of the Phoenix fanning flames to rise. Image by Izumi Yokoyama

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Breathing Ground for Phoenixes

There are baby phoenixes burning inside my lungs. They want to grow into their deaths and fiery unabated splendor, want to consume the ash-cake coronating their birth-days, which matches abolition to symmetry. I am being asked, no forced to open … Continue reading

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A deserted warehouse. This is where the Red Joans gather. It is the same deserted warehouse, again and again, an exact replica, that serves as the meeting-place for all the Red Joans. The warehouse is a desolate shrine to recursion, … Continue reading

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