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Schlöß Falke

Falke, the Baron Schreier’s castle, technically a schlöß because it locks several mountain passes, sits on a mountain peak three thousand meters in altitude, surrounded by wooded slopes, plunging river ravines, and rocky cliffs. Its estate extends into three valleys … Continue reading

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Boiling the Censorship Frog

First they come for your “porn”. To protect the children, don’tcha know? Then they come for your erotica. Slippery slope when wet, right? Then they come for your horror. All those unhealthy images. Next they come for your young adult … Continue reading

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Gorey Edward’s Final Stance by W B Kek

The rung of a ladder is small; It’s round like it’s not there at all. You cut it half through With a saw from beneath Then their weight as they climb makes them fall. / W B Kek, “Gorey Edward’s … Continue reading

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Some Recent Culls From the Flow

A Warm Touch In Cold Woods Ink is text juice Wrung from blood Tracks untrue Lure to traps Spring is pounce Fall is over Winter loses Summer calls Hidden in leaves Clinging to branches Oral sex in a Swaying tree’s … Continue reading

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You Don’t Even Have Time For Only The Best

Take this seriously: Read only the absolute best you can find. If a book or story begins to fail you, toss it over your shoulder and find one that compels you to keep reading. You think you have all the … Continue reading

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There are days when love is not enough, when you need justice, too.  Those are the hopeless days when it’s best to hole up in solitude so you don’t hurt or kill anyone you might later regret having hurt or … Continue reading

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Cthonic Plea Sans Divinity’s Grace

Spectral stone, striations gradient of shadowed truth Split flat, fashioned into stained stone majesty, Our window into frozen hearts bequeaths us colors Buried under unseen time, uncovered, happy accident, In violent strikes against a stock-still earthen mound; In artifacts lie … Continue reading

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Whispers From the Alcove

It’s funny, what one is worth, isn’t it? You know the phrase “Out of sight, out of mind” but you never know how painful it can be. A masterless samurai is a ronin. What is a knight errant with no … Continue reading

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Hephaestus In Despond

When nothing is left But blunt reality We see We stand on rocks Slick with slime In a tidal pool Warmed by a Bloated sun, the air A dance of humidity, Our sky electric with Lightning, dark with smoke From … Continue reading

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Standing At Night In Trees

Standing At Night In Trees All along unmoved the mountain stands. In silence stars in tune with song commune. One shadowed sighs; no witness understands; Uncovered eyes gaze up in fine disguise. /// All along unmoved the mountain stands. In … Continue reading

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