Theodore Gabriel Watson awoke early on the day he was to unintentionally kill a fifteen-year-old white girl, feeling like a diseased mouse had crawled inside…
She laid there, in quiet repose, as though I might wake her from her slumber. All the energies in the world could perform no such…
I A mature, female spider needs to know how to make proper webs. But spider A was still struggling. First, she was reluctant to make…
The sand is wet
from the forgotten rain
that poured over the streets
and shop corners last night.
Somewhere in a town where time has died
and where the river does not speak,
I see you staring at the fishermen
in the aloe
accosted by the ragweed
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