O cross between the antlers beamingbrighter than the brightest painSearing, sun-sunk hour of death, hail!Strung of suffocation and suffusionHunted as the wild stag, white as host-to-tongueWild bread, wilder meat, wending through weeds,Hooves that wound us,…
It shall come as a surprise to no one that I am a great fan of J.R.R. Tolkien’s work. Having discovered The Lord of the Rings in Junior High (thanks in no small part to…
~by Vanessa Parry Bilbo settled on one of the benches by the kitchen table and Bell smiled as she placed one of her best teacups before him, pouring milk and adding the strong tea. Little…
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