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The Autumn Queen No. 7 – The First Time
This is #7 of The Autumn Queen. To start at the beginning, go here. PREVIOUS * * * The moon had gone dark the first time he crept into the bartizan. He had clear eyes then, unruined. Even in … Continue reading
Within
There is this in within me, where I have tattooed black stars. They are where the in within me reaches out to come out, where I am feather and hollow bone. Where I am not as sturdy as I look, … Continue reading
Hemmed In
She stumbled along, hands outstretched, fingertips clinging to the sides of the alleyway, scraping, the rough brick stinging. Her whole body ached, and she couldn’t remember where she was going, or why she was going there. Everything was blurry, and … Continue reading
In Keeping
By the eight faces of the midnight moon, by her ninth face which is blood, and her holy reach, which is unto the depths, I conjure thee. I give thee the gift of sight, which is fire, and I give … Continue reading
New Moon
When the moon calls us, when it gets under our skin and behind our eyes, all I can think of is its bright face, the sweet high bliss of it screamsinging inside me, buried somewhere so far below it is … Continue reading