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Acquainted With The Night
There are things that they say happen, because they were meant to happen. They say that it couldn’t be helped, because no matter how hard you try, it can’t be helped. It’s a pity, they say, but sometimes you can’t do anything, except keep reaching out and trying. I’m reaching, but all my hand closes on is air.
Hellebore
She sees the shogi game pieces first, scattered in the snow. Read the rest of this entry »
The night is still. An evening breeze passed mere moments ago, time short enough that the flowers still sway on their stalks in perpetuum. They rest happily, tucked into earthen beds under earthen covers, gently rocked to sleep within the reassuring home of the wire fence. Read the rest of this entry »
Su.Ri.Ru.
The monitor flashes. Red, black, red. Images of five Asian adolescent boys dance across the screen within the screen, their song asking what they would do if they had just one wish. Read the rest of this entry »
