The Poet Addresses Gun, by Michael J. Henry
I want to read all your writing, especiallyyour suicide note.I want to throw you into the sunbut you’re too heavy, gravity loves you.Still, you captivate me. I wantto touch you,…
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Ask a Necromancer, by Amanda Downum
Stories on Skin Honey and several other people have asked me about the sort of tattoos I see at work. It may seem like a non sequitur, but I have…
The Girl Who Haunted Death, by Nikita Deshpande
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
On Sailing Homewards, by Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan
Death gathers hips of bone to beat rioting nightsinto a coma & this was euthanasia granted toa wounded crow begging for a curse so clean,it leaves no trace. To seal…
Memento mori, by Ana Reisens
Quello che siete, noi eravamo. Quello che siamo, voi sarete. What you are, we were. What we are, you will be. -Placard in the Capuchin Crypt, Rome I….
Give This Letter to the Crows, by Iona Datt Sharma
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.