Carrion Cost
Poem I believed him a sheep, because I felt the fleece, But the wolf was always there. I never felt the sharpness of his teeth, So his secret hadn’t cost me a care....
Tagged: Good and Evil
A Rose on Kostenka Street
Poem Someone dropped you (a rose,) on Коstenka street: I found you while I tramped the crunchy road, As I skidded on Karaganda sidewalk-sleet, Down the snowy, boot-printed lane, Shivers slinging from my...
You Were Born Of… – Part Six
Short Story Why all the intrigue? What was all the dying for? What was it all about? Where were all of my people? Why did the Spoilers pick the hitribe and not others? Why...
