Syl Cheney-Coker

The Tin Gods by Syl Cheney-Coker

Watching the tombs tonight the desert raises its shadow the desert sees the caravan along its own arm: playing this g…

The Philosopher by The Philosopher

Who lived here when the stones were green verdigris of age when the reptilians marched like men into the night before…

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