Miniver Cheevy

Miniver Cheevy Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, Grew lean while he assailed the seasons; He wept that he was ever born, And he had reasons. Miniver loved the days of old When swords were bright and steeds were prancing; The vision of a warrior bold Would set him dancing. Miniver sighed for what was not,... Continue Reading →


XI from Zero Gravity (excerpt)

XI from Zero Gravity (excerpt) The second time the comet swung by the knife went deeper. It hissed through the sky, phosphorous on water. It marked a now, an only-coming-once, a this-ness we knew we’d keep forgetting. Its vapour trails mimicked our voyage along ourselves, our fire with each other, the endless cold which surrounds... Continue Reading →

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