Thirteen Years Later

We standAround so much ruined soilWhere a stoneCarves out your name.Marks the place you landed.And from whereYou always seem to rise. An uneasy restYou have found in us.Or more honest:Founded in us. Our hearts,And our heads,Still orbiting around your absence.Still mulling over the earth —Imagining how differentEverything would beIf only you remained;Instead of him. When […]

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A House of Flies

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. – H. P. Lovecraft A single flickering bulb burned overhead emanating what one might call light in the loosest of considerations. The dying glow of an ember capable only of making the darkness a […]

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