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-JAN- Twilight's Siblingbone-garden, lambent - bearing yields already in decay; liminal visibility He prowls through the in-between losing movements, falling to the dark ----- cross-eyed bastard produce Bastet tumbled the shadow-king precocious man-eater -- dream visions ghosting behind the iris ----- contoured shade umbra, covering stone like Letters spell out infinity striped certainty decomposing in the sun .-JAN- Twilight's Sibling
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-JAN- Old Ken BrayIt worries me, when I see her gaze, when I see her jog like that, for nowhy. Perhaps she tricks herself, as I do some nights-JAN- Old Ken Bray
when I see her as two cats reflected in the kitchen window.
A trick of the light, of course. The double glazing we had put in, it does that.
When I buried her...
When I buried her, I cried. I'm too old for shit like this.
This afternoon, my wife gave a yelp while washing up. Some dumb bird,
a crow or raven she said, had bashed
into the window hard enough to leave a spiders' web of cracks in the top left corner. No trace o
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-JAN- The Tapestry's Return“Sisters, come quick!” the old crone screeched, her rheumy eyes wide as she stared at the ethereal tapestry that hung on the wall of her dusty sewing room.-JAN- The Tapestry's Return
Her two younger sisters rushed to the old woman’s side, expecting that she’d hurt herself, or come across some other disaster.
What they saw was hardly a disaster.
More like a miracle.
“I don’t believe it,” said the middle sister, her voice flat with rejection of hope.
“I do,” said the youngest, her youth inclining her to belief in the impossible; although admittedly, belief in Santa Claus required no great leap of faith for
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-JAN- EpitaphThe arbor was tranquil, despite the the presence of a woman's mangled body, the dismembered corpse of something other-than-human, and one apparently unconscious male. The figure, hitherto a curious bystander, shook its head. Compassion for the bereaved was all well and good, but a task was a task, and there was work to be done.-JAN- Epitaph
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Connor was jolted out of his fugue by the sound of a bird landing nearby. What sort of bird would land here, except...? "Get away, you damned carrion. Don't make me open my eyes. Just sod off!" Maybe it is just a pigeon... but either way, if he didn't hear the sound of flapping wings in ju
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