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Iron City

Her eyes were flamed goblets, taking her higher across parameters, the power reached a crescendo, in the end her time came to avenge him. Lighter than light, darker than dark, “Come,” said a voice from out of tree bark. His eyes were thin ice that formed a residue with her fire, out went the flame … Continue reading

These are my hands

These are my hands, they do what they like. These are my hands, they have been everywhere. Tinkering along ivories, underneath the stairs, inside cupboards, taking cereal boxes out, creating calendars with children’s handprints. They have been underwater, washing pots and paints, they have held and hugged, saw sinners and saints, hold cloak and daggers, … Continue reading