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Come Holy Spirit: all Song and no Story

Cloud-shift. Fingers of light sift through forests. What’s coming will find its way. It calls and you recognise prints across a cold field but ignore them. Your turning away negates nothing. The frozen cube is a house of gloomy embellishments, … Continue reading

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A Poem by Solveig Von Schoultz

The lantern carried its light trembling through the forest; rough hooves shifted beneath their weight; a beam quivered over the white of an eye and passed on, sealed the dark like the zip on a body bag. George Messo is … Continue reading

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