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Parmenides in Love

Hello, Anya. I am always glad to hear from you, however your letters arrive. They show up on my computer, but I’m not sure how they get there. Especially if your computer is no longer working. But even when it … Continue reading

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Ghost Walk

Sometimes I am sitting on a bench, and the darkness sits next to me. It is wearing a skin of ash and embers. The darkness says, “I am sorry.” The darkness says, “I did not want to lose your universes.” … Continue reading

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The Unswallowing Place

Sometimes I search for the unswallowing place. I think maybe if I can find it everything will go back to how it was. The darkness and I will be back in Midnight Hollow. It will be wearing the shadowskin and … Continue reading

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The Spaces Where I Am Not

Sometimes there is no meaning. Other times there is. Sometimes I eat the apple. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes the darkness never came, not through the mail or the toilet or the window or anything. Sometimes I bleed to death, down … Continue reading

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The Black

Sometimes I am not quite all here, which is something. It’s better than definitely not being here. The screaming stopped. Eventually. The skin came back. Some of it. Slowly. I often tell the human that I want to wear a … Continue reading

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Separate Skins

Sometimes the darkness and I…. Sometimes the darkness and I…. Sometimes the darkness isn’t here.

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Not Quite All There

Sometimes the darkness and I hide from color devouring aliens in the hold of a cheaply made boat. I ask, “Do you think that they are going to enslave us? Or eat us?” The darkness says, “They will probably eat … Continue reading

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