LIT 101 The dawn, drawing itself up the brick wall, begins conjuring graffiti out of the dark that bore it. A blocky weave of leaning letters, bursting with blood orange arrows, shock red spikes, and vampire violet […]
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Charlotte Hussey
ARS POETICA Although I have dreamt of floating virginal and weightless, my blue gown ballooning on an updraft, orange fire rippling off my fingers, I am crouching naked, my pale breasts stretched slightly, brown nipples spilling into […]
ROMA In the last heat, little puffs of fog lift off the marsh like white birds, and although she is kept in the yard by the old frying pan faced maid, Janet knows where in the reed beds the South […]
TIME AND AGAIN Out of the curse of his exile, there sprang ogres and elves and evil phantoms and the giants too who strove with god time and again until he gives them their reward. Beowulf Did they […]
