“Seeling Night” by Ahsenti Alfedil
May 21, 2026
Up where we cannot see, among the blossoming bones of branch is the deliverance of sustenance— in a fatigued crescendo plummeting this woman with the body of a bird, still soft from bir...
Up where we cannot see, among the blossoming bones of branch is the deliverance of sustenance— in a fatigued crescendo plummeting this woman with the body of a bird, still soft from bir...
crescendos of chirps call to each other, swooping, diving, shaking shimmering branches ground littered with pinecones pine needles feathers dried-up leaves. the trees throw away the dead parts of the ...
Earth holds me. It holds my breath in its trees with fresh air. The Earth holds me with its rain, even through thunder and lightning. The rain still dances in the air. The Earth holds me with the grav...
There are things I should be writing about but everyone’s flight is canceled and the air is biting the words out of my mouth. I don’t know the word for powerlessness. Everyone’s flight is cancel...
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