The house smells of apples and hard cold water. Your dog whimpers in her dream chair. Rabbits pouring out of countless bushes. Easy pickings when you are still. Outside there are stars. Cold and bright and the Silence of the Country is ripped up the middle. When you look for it that is the beginning of trouble. When you don’t that is the beginning of pain. This planet is pinned to the Void. Filled with creatures close to the earth. First published by NOMADartx
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Charlie Robert
I Pledge Allegiance. To Gross Malfeasance. To Dissolution. Of Constitution. Dictator. Darth Vader. Sure Do Miss Ruth Bader. (Sure Do Wish She’d Left Us Later) Make Your Plans If Your Trans. If Your Br
Yoga Class. Tights. Ass. Glad We Got Our Senior Pass. (Glad We Brought Some Extra Cash) Namaste You Stunning Thing. Let Me See Your Luscious Bling. Let Me Be Your Silver Fox. Your Downward Dog’s A Par
Cold. Rotted Planks. Flanked By Piles Of Toys Armed With Dolls. Dead Eyes Smiling. Showing Teeth. Not Showing. What Lies Beneath. Sweat. Pulse. Sharp Smell Of Fear. The Dark Winter Night. The Rope Whe
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