"Dried blood inscribed a black halo upon the forehead of each witness, a badge of elemental kinship. Only the monographer and the vibraphonist lived after the passing of the deity, but they had not been left unharmed. Their rescuers discovered them unconscious and half-buried in the dirt floor of the uncaulked crematorium. When the pair woke to reason, they found their skin and their sanity crusted and scarped by the sand-laden winds."
From Hollow Abdomen, a collection of essays by various writers, Gordon & Merritt Books, 1994
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Mapping Rain in Chalk
PoesíaPalaeographical fables and onionskin poems from Lin Tarczynski.
