Adore
The fear is not its loneliness, nor fear. Though when it comes it creeps; blows, chills; leaves, leers, The fear is love sighing in, falling back Inwards upon itself, a […]
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Accordion
With the candle low and the wick in the wax and the crumbs only left of the bread, with the cheese turning green and the carousers outside and sister in […]
Abranchiate
Go down, abranchiate, to the mud and the mire, where your ancestors dwelt; in the suck slithering breaths that rasped through the fluted throats of your ichthyoid grandfathers and grandmothers, […]
Pierce Nahigyan 