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Wrong Town On A Sunday

They took a wrong turn and a half and ended up in the wrong town on a Sunday. German tourists who didn't know better, beguiled by a lying guide book...
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Killed By Cows

This is not the time to wonder, as they thunder towards you, whether they are cows or bulls. Just run. You have wandered into a zone that seemed...
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Hibernation

We prepare a bed of leaves in a hidden place as these hard days shorten. I tell the forest not to wake me until... possibly the snow drops appear,...
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The Border Ballads

Hear, these women singing the pure thread of pain, woven through the landscape where there was no grace but dread and drama, a silver dreaming...
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The December Grass

Under contract, he mows the pristine estate edgings unknowingly, him in the day glo, hood up, head down. No seasonal ho-ho-ho about him (and who can...
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Duality

Posted on Thu, 26 Aug 2021

I suppose, in a historical sense, a huntsman would never question who was in control, but the modern mind reconsiders.

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Yup

Posted on Sat, 12 Jun 2021

It's the home invasion element which I don't agree with!

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