The Witch’s Gunslinger

as young as I was.

“etta, I can’t stay here, I just can’t” amelia shook her bag full of cursesas her sister watched with a glassy starethe days of hill-hiding couldn’t fulfill herneed to wander, to explore, to discover “he’ll find you out there, is that what you want?” she knew the answer as soon as she said itand sheContinue reading “as young as I was.”

still bet on you.

fifteen years, dirt and dustcrystals and summoning circlesa bar fight or nine, there is always a wager against useyes avoiding the truthroulette bets, the pot grows highera revolver or three, always there but we have the queen up our sleeve,gunslinger we still have the aces in our boot,witch what is high noon to the occult,whatContinue reading “still bet on you.”

hear no evil.

cacti grew where none wanted toshading a chicabiddy from her blazing sun;frozen nights in the desertwarded off by wolves and weredeer shy by the mornravenous by the night,stalking ewes and dewy-eyed damesrough and tumble outside city limits child of tumbleweeds and hawk teethhe buries his knowledgein the cavern he calls denas silent as the worldContinue reading “hear no evil.”


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