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fall

The sun comes in the window and I am drunk for now and I am here and the wind is rising.

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Hunter

Boots on the road, packed earth with no echo. The hunter slipped into town. It was night, windows drawn fast, not a drip of light except the moons. His clothes were filthy, hair tied up under his hat....

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The Violet Leaf

Root and branch sun and shade this is how the nine-bread's made. Left and right up and down this is how you break the crown. Stone and heart blade and song this is how the gray-lock's wrong. – Common...

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the black cloak

The early morning streets of Sandtown are full of sound – the slap of boot leather on cobblestone, the creak of wagon wheels, and the regular peal of the ghost-bell like a heartbeat. The Sand Quarry...

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I said

this time i said let me just empty myself out become an outline a scribble of a man that way it can all just pass through me clean as air pass through the space i have prepared and this time i said...

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Three Names

Sing with me, O Muse for I have no room within, of the man with three names sea-cradled, the tempest seeker, the deserter, breaking the golden sun across the black earth in despair, running to the end...

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Parchment I

It is strange to write again. I stared at the page for some time, my hand on the pen. My hand holding the pen. The pen IN my hand. See, words are strange. Slippery. I think it would be easier if I...

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Parchment II

The chest rotted. I should have sealed it with oil or wax, but I thought I would never need it again. We buried it deep, Captain Barak and me, on a hill with three oaks. I thought I would never need...

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speaking

Hard to note this without undoing the statement, but I seem to be going mute. At least online, in the many glowing boxes, in the quiet rectangles. I’ll have a thought about a movie and just not say...

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Evidence

I broke Jonas’ sword and I don’t know what that means. I wanted to do it, felt the hunger in my gut. Like breaking down a door or snapping a twig or putting your fist through spring ice. Easy, eager,...

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