Short fiction

The Taxidermist

Scream. I awake

The Last Poem of Jackie Wilson ‘The Beggar Poet’

I will stand by you

The Erased man

Human and humid was the wine, as drank from the IRIS 

Die, I dare you. The Phoenix said

 A Train Crushed by Troy

The Glass House

To Fight For A Humming Bird

no more salt

Rakia (+As We Danced In The Dust)

And, how the dogs dreamt of waving hands

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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