by Joseph Young
OF ALL 2,000 YEARS
10 Point
The city after the snow was Medieval, the thousand paths wound as browsing deer. Inside her coat what wild heart.
Lethe
The beads were rolled-river at her throat, milk blue on a yellow string. I can't sleep she said, into his ear. The dog guarded her feet, eyes serious with cataract.
Turn
He folded a small squid eating sugar from the table top. The murmur of the room might have been plaintive, not for the smell of caramel.
Runt
One bright claw and it could have been done, all of that. The mothers drowsed and woke clamoring for the woods.
The Salmon-Falls
He walked the stone hall to the tourists' kiosk. She waited touching the cover of a book. Men it seemed stood on hooves.
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Enjoyed these pieces.
An exceptional set. Turn and Lethe are my favorites.
thanks for the reads, sam and christian!
I really liked the last piece in here. Great word choices throughout.
Very striking imagines here--women with hearts in their coats, men standing on hooves. Claws and closeness. Love this.
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