You wake to hunger. A full-body clench—crimson cramp of stomach, jagged throat, every fiber of your body wrenched and keening. A cloth dabs slick afterbirth from your up-flicked ears, and perhaps you ...

It is the Empire. It is always the Empire.Clarion is the sun, bright and hot. At her side is Respite, a wisp of cloud. Behind them, pale like the morning's moon, is Saint Penance.The Saints and their ...

Mother: “Where night is full of hungry mouths, / I lost my dream. I gave it to a coyote passing."

It’s 3am when the bot knocks on my door  And he looks like a man, but  I can tell he’s a bot from the way he stands there Stiff like his body is the ex-girlfriend  he had a painful and inexplicable br...