A Message from the Void

In this darkness it didn’t matter who they were, or where they stood. Only that they were human.

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Poetry Rec: Medlars and Sorb-Apples

Medlars and Sorb-Apples BY D. H. LAWRENCE I love you, rotten,Delicious rottenness. I love to suck you out from your skinsSo brown and soft and coming suave,So morbid, as the Italians say. What a rare, powerful, reminiscent flavourComes out of your falling through the stages of decay:Stream within stream. Something of the same flavour as Syracusan […]

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