Shepherd: Discover the Best Books!
- Maximum Carnage: The Epic Collection by Eric S Brown March 16, 2023
- Guilt Trip: Part 6 by Sarah McKnight March 15, 2023
- The Run by DJ Tyrer March 13, 2023
- Guardians of the Galaxy: Solo Origins by Eric S Brown March 8, 2023
- Guilt Trip: Part 5 by Sarah McKnight March 8, 2023
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My Hulk by Barrington Smith-Seetachitt
My Hulk Barrington Smith-Seetachitt The hulk inside me hulks and skulks on the sidelines, waiting for her chance to crash through walls. Unfortunately for her, my life seldom calls for wall-crashing, so she spends a lot of time waiting. When … Continue reading
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Secret Eclipse by Meg Smith
Secret Eclipse Meg Smith Your smile shadows the corners were candles were lit, in the strum of the oud, a violin fading into cloud dust. That much we know. All else I have given, is a step into silence.
The Singing Lake by Meg Smith
The Singing Lake Meg Smith Hearts of ice float, and between them, measures of sky — clouds, holding worlds and songs, of the boy who fell, the girl who laughed with her friend at midnight on the rocky shore. These … Continue reading
The Amphibian Legacy by Meg Smith
The Amphibian Legacy Meg Smith Toads know, in their pebbled skin, and golden eyes; frogs know, in their green translucence; salamanders know, in their blue skin, and soft fingers. Their is to kettle everything — the sad discharge of the … Continue reading
Prayer for the Swarm by Meg Smith
Prayer for the Swarm Meg Smith Come for the flowers, come for the white grass, tall within the graying sky. Come for the dithering of milkweed, and the haze of dust from the corn, wheat, fallow. Without this urgent cloud … Continue reading
The Wintering Fox by Meg Smith
The Wintering Fox Meg Smith A field waxes white; grass shimmers in frost. Night moves in its naked path. A light burns in copper eyes, and in the slash of scarlet across a dark road. This is my one kept … Continue reading
In the Best Blood by Meg Smith
In the Best Blood Meg Smith Rivers ruddy to sleep, and this is pure in its running. Something once was life, but now recedes from light, only, air and light.
Ass Hat by Robert Stout
Ass Hat Robert Stout I sat in my comfy blue chair, listening to Jill Thompson’s weekly prattle. I took few notes. Then, mercifully, her hour was up. I gently guided her back to the lobby and asked Doris to make … Continue reading