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Darth Vader Ruined My Grandmother’s Furniture (June ’22)
A nightmare, the worst of nightmares, sharpened dreadful by its hint to some black thing that I couldn’t properly see…
Erinn (March ’22)
…past the misty haze of pollen and shade she saw glimpses of the gathering there arriving. Flickers of beastly form a moment seen then gone, brightly coloured hats and silken cravats and pipes that were surely too ornate to smoke, the hinted passing of plumage and fur and many a magnificent horn…
The Astronomer (January ’22)
They drifted in ensembles and duets, northward and southbound, some with the subtle rotations of sparkling astrolabes. I realised, in amazement, that they were coalescing into some kind of form…
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