Two by Flower Conroy
Axolotl The shell’s tomb, the materials breathe.The darkness of matter is bottomless.–Aase Berg Perhaps in 1839 Johann Jakob von Tschudi meant to crown you blunt mouth. Did you […]
Axolotl The shell’s tomb, the materials breathe.The darkness of matter is bottomless.–Aase Berg Perhaps in 1839 Johann Jakob von Tschudi meant to crown you blunt mouth. Did you […]
Strike a match, light a candle, here we go. In this version of the story, the messenger urges his horse on, faster faster, away from […]
Kumquat It started simply, with a wish: “I wish every word was as fun as ‘kumquat’.” “That’d be fun,” I replied. Later that week, when […]
Now voices are silent, like stilled wind-chimes or green mold. Before it all went kaput, crash, boom, there were whispers about the carved-out-of-soft-pine-wood boy who […]
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