Desert of Sharp Sorrows
There was Myra and there was the sun, descending.
The sun hung low on the horizon, a blood orange crushed, its pulp smearing the sky, leaving a yellow and purple band [...]
Sea of Ash and Sorrow
Since that day in New York, that day of gray ash and sorrow, when it rained white dust, he’d been looking. There was a black hole in him. Parts of [...]