These words effuse towards lambs of gods to absolve sins uncleaned
Haitian Creole translation of my poem “The Blood Of Worshippers And Infidels.”
Basque translation of my poem “The Blood Of Worshippers And Infidels.”
This was a fantasy story I wrote years ago taking place in a fictional world resembling Dark Age England.
“For war can only be painted with a grisly image”
A temporary yet fulfilling childhood pastime can inspire inquiry
“Even if it drowns this forsaken island”