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Withdrawal

He felt no pain. Not yet. He could see the pain there, of course…he knew what it was, and knew that he could take it out, pick it up, allow himself to feel it…

Post author:January River
Post category:Prose
Post published:July 1, 2025

compensate

Castles Made of Sand

I made something  It’s nice but  that’s not why I made it

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:June 24, 2025

reservoir

Here on Maple Street  the blacktop grade is off  a few degrees…

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:June 17, 2025

math

This is the law  by which we exist

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:June 10, 2025

Heltia had left Palloren as prepared as any warrior could be for the long journey to the Infinite Armory. Now, as she finally stood in the fabled Hall of Implements, she feared it would come to naught…

Post author:January River
Post category:Prose
Post published:June 3, 2025

costume

When I say:  I want to be something else

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:May 27, 2025

Lamps

Lamp 1

Everything is made of other things. Complex shapes reduce, becoming simple. The rustic beauty of a wrought-iron lamp is composed of shapes and lines and light. Complexity is removed. Form remains. A lamp is a consensus. It is what we agree it is.