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shadows hang in chandeliers, in the corners, catching the little
flies of light coming from the oil lamp on the beside table. he stands, she
sits &n..
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A Story by Kylan
across the stratosphere
a final message
'give my wife my love'
then nothing more
– Peter Schilling, “Major Tom (Coming Home)&rdq..
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and the lamplighters come, one by one, putting their
iron nightcaps over the dawdling gaslights, as the morning
peels the stars from its..
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green, unripe peaches bobbing like Adam's apples
above him as he leads us to his front porch, smiling
a crooked, sloping smile that..
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A Story by Kylan
I sit in the courtyard garden with Tabby in my lap. The tulips are red-headed traitors, bobbing, with bees in their mouths. The water ..
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A Story by Kylan
When the revenant came down
We couldn't imagine what it was
In the spirit of three stars
The alien thing that took its form.
- “Concer..
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cold, unpitying sun, dropping in through the windowpanes
sullen as a truant, cast-off and browsing.
the light is unwelcome company, revealing your..
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A Story by Kylan
They are always watching.
I stand among them. Watching me with their soft eyes. Sluffing the ground with their trunks, brushing around me, so clo..
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what crops are these?
unwilling, slumbering goosebumps, appearing
along the red wrist of the road, exposed
precious rumps, packed dirt
what bl..
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tread carefully –
the night is full of snails
hobble-backed aborrances, making their slow pilgrimage,
on the shoulders of the grassblades ..
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