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Listen for the sound of my voice— So stalk along with me, along the towpath: a reflection of the sky, pink in the haze of winter. Ghosts in…
Content Warning: rape, graphic sex, violence, suicide, child abuse, mentions of historical tragedies/genocide The Trickster God didn’t claw at my window. He didn’t require my invitation, nor…
1 1 I reach into young girls’ laps to pluck up petals of my lover’s namesake, braiding up 2 4 a loose strand of hair with the splayed…
Lucy Featherfeet loves lemons: she always has, and she always will. We could have stayed in our sleepy town beneath the rolling clouds, picked wild berries and forget-me-nots…
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