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fable

I remember it / clear and cloudless as the skies / that were always blue in those days

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:March 24, 2026

umbra

Flutter, black flag / in the light breeze / Tremble / fade to every shade / in none

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:March 17, 2026

web

These lines were meant to trace / a map we all could follow

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:February 24, 2026

sweeper

Eight-hundred slender fingers / on a bound hand / gently kiss the contours / of the plane

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:November 18, 2025

bound

The natives fling themselves / with abandon / into walls

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:October 21, 2025

anxiety

As the drugs take hold  the mirror melts

Post author:January River
Post category:Poetry
Post published:July 15, 2025

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

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…