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A Story by TLK
Yesterday I was one god swamped by a pantheon. Our clay
children pined for justice while imagining us wielding it behind the stars. Locked
away ..
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A Poem by TLK
Lying to himself had been too easy for too long. He
looked at his hands: so like his grandfather's, restless in their
strength, eager to hew and s..
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A Poem by TLK
He felt that he did not look in mirrors enough, so he looked now.
This is what he did not see: that he was on his third wife and fifth
mistress. N..
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A Poem by TLK
There was to be a tomorrow for us to share, but we ate it yesterday:
greedily and with cream. I remember your face lit by the candlelight, so
hung..
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A Story by TLK
Redleaf likes to sit his daughter on his shoulders and run from camp: across the shore of the lake, into the forest. She giggles until she feels sick...
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A Poem by TLK
First find her ripely inconsolable. She must be beautiful (squeeze the round end -- does it yield perceptibly without deformation?), yet she must thin..
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A Chapter by TLK
I refuse to drown in you, he thinks as he looks once more in her tidal eyes. I refuse to drown in you again. Yet she is already unleashing her waves u..
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A Book by TLK
Please see my blog for definition of 'prose poetry'. It is an odd beast that is not one thing to all people. Perhaps not even one thing to one perso..
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A Chapter by TLK
They lose their lives to small hates so easily that you wonder if they are allergic to love. Perhaps these gangsters, revelling in their roadsters, go..
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A Chapter by TLK
-- 1 --He has a need to expend his seed: it is a never-ending
endeavour, the smack of wood against leather. In the hot rush to consummate his love he..
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