My name comes from a man Inever knew, his name comesfrom a man he never knew, itgoes like that all the way downuntil the thread is lost. Itcomes from the Irish word flann—meaning ruddy, or red-faced.The landlord stands in his manor,looks out over h [...]
After pulling a score from the dumpster behind Krogers I stroll through sliding doors with egg-caked hands. The greeter greets me as I pass. I scan the aisles like a surgeon studying the mint
I want my web to hold. I want to repair what I have made. I was not given the gold hive. In me seethes the silk of invisible worlds. Spinning my body inside of hairline emptiness, I project
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