Tag Archives: Alexander Van Horn

Empty Mason Jars on the Mantle

Then there was the day you left: we hunted fireflies in the wrinkles of northern lights. We’ll hang these in the lighthouse, you swore, screen door slamming in the thunder of every promise you ever kept. The mason jars fill … Continue reading

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Cain

Cain in the moor, ceaselessly plowing his mark onto the wasteland. Crescent moon in hands. Vipers sleep in his canals, hunt across the hills of dry dead heather, slipping like ice into midnights. We settled at the boundary he built, … Continue reading

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