The hounds, you know them all by name. …
A.E. Stallings
We’re here for the time being, I answer to the query— …
Sleep, she will not linger: …
The land is full of what was lost. What's hidden …
The blackbird sings at …
So long I have been carrying myself …
To build a labyrinth it takes …
Right shoulder aching with day-long butchery, …
That it was shy when alive goes without saying. …
You humble in. It's just as you remember: …
Fairy tales are full of impossible tasks: …
Looking back, it’s something I’ve always had: …
Her body like a pomegranate torn …
The two of them stood in the middle water, …
On the journey to the mundane afterlife, …
I never glimpse her but she goes …
Every night, we couldn’t sleep. …
Now we’re all “friends,” there is no love but Like, …
Mid-sentence, we remembered the eclipse, …
The barnacle is rather odd — …
Something has come between us— …
Since we still had a little …
I hate you, …
You squeezed its leash in your fist, …
“But can you forge a nail?” the blond boy asks, …
Why should the Devil get all the good tunes, …
The tulips make me want to paint, …
One was fire red, …
The rain is haunted; …
Just what I needed, …