Category Archives: Prose

Down

And when they cried down into the waters like a wild treetop spectre and the thick running currents of their souls flowed out wet and snakey into the black I wanted to crawl under them and breathe them until after … Continue reading

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A String of Story

I am a figment of my own imagination. I walk through my days in a seemingly temporally static haze, surrounded by a reality I can’t take seriously. Nothing is surprising or remarkable but like some strange fictitious movie whose lines … Continue reading

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