Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

NYC Christmas trees.

The fingers in your glove.

Yeah, I know, but I’ve been busy over yonder, epic-wise. Look! New chapbook day! Again!

No. 36: so powerfully strong
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Spaghet.

PDX trunk.

Encyclopedias.

Ladybirds.

One Minute Park.

Against the Storm.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: “Mass”

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  • In which, knowing nothing of necromancy
  • A prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it
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