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Suspirium Viridae
That summer was so hot the eucalyptus tree in the back garden dripped oil, making the whole neighbourhood smell disinfected and clean… [READ MORE]

Not Every Train
I hear trains even when I know there can’t be any, unknown ghosts on lines that do not exist. Imagined heartbeats in the cadaver metropolis growing around me… [BUY HERE]

On The Last Rebellion
To be invaded is a penetration. If not bodily, by blade or flesh, then mentally by a wiping of history, a corrosion of culture, a banishing of the familiar… [READ MORE]