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Boy of Grasses

13th September 2011 | Closed

by Christian K. Martinez

The weeds I touch fade, dust in a dustbin scattered on the wind. The flowers I seed bloom, sunlight blossoms on a horizon. Brod Garris, Da’s eldest, says I got good magic. Run strong through the bone, from the seed. 

On the Searoad

13th September 2011 | 2 Comments

by J. C. Runolfson

He walks the searoad,
though he knows better,
stops and watches the waves move

The House of Unrighteous Images

13th September 2011 | Closed

by Megan Arkenberg

At any given moment, there are almost five thousand paintings in the House of Unrighteous Images. They hang on the rough-plastered walls, or stand in uneven stacks on the water-stained floor. 

The Goddess Of Death Wishes Otherwise

13th September 2011 | Closed

by Wendy Howe

And so my season comes early, hills
all polished with its glaze, cauldron-pour
of heavy sleet. They gleam
like the skulls I will scour and stack
along the garden’s landscape.