The Scarecrow by Phillip Englund
The older teenagers clustered up to the door of the house and rang the bell while Matthew kept...
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The older teenagers clustered up to the door of the house and rang the bell while Matthew kept...
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The Discovery Thin wisps of clouds rush past the moon, And cold winds shake the failing...
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I was driving Newfoundland route 480 that winter night. Crested a hill, slightly airborne, when I...
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Untitled You walk past as if the first death was a bird –enormous feathers half stone, half...
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Untitled As if a rope, half bone half pulled from your chest the way this dead branch tells you...
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