Photo by Andre Hunter

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Photo by Johann Walter Bantz

The Gilded Moth and the Iron Maw

Whisper, whisper—soft-hand hush, paper-gold lips coil promises, ribbons spun from the marrow of knowing men. Tongues flicker in the ear of the street, warm, wet, lulling— all is well,...

Big Mama’s Brood

Mars: The Bringer of War

after the reading,