The arrow is planted. Feathers rigid, unmoved by mists, fog, smell of fear in summer…

Send a plain muse to console the dissonant blade: glass under fennel glows, stalking the…

As he perceived, rapt observer, the unease of the man beside him, the perfume of…

Word stings and Christ comes, but precedent to the ‘word’? Days of darkness, brutal with…

Phrases, intermittently ordered. No pattern holds unless a malleable corpse. On the glass codex twenty…