We, too, lessen and wane, destined to give in and fade away, ebbing while hoping not to evanesce, flagging and withered on the vine.
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Noir on the Vine
A Journal of Lyrical Grit, Prose Poetry and Short Fiction
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SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN. DON’T BE AFRAID.
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A CAGE CALLED REVISION: DISPATCHES FROM MY EDITING WEEK - DAY 1 + DAY 3 UPDATE + DAY 5 WRAP
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SPOILS OF THE 46TH DAY: 5 ONE-LINE PROSE POEMS
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Five Little Bones: A Tiny Monostich Collection
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SOMETHING ABOUT SOULS [behind the scenes]
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