©2022 Michael Raven

between odds and ends
& the moonfall drawn down
inamorata, have you
dulled your razorblades?
no, doubts remain

my lips edge twilight
i struggle to recall
you shaping the nightsilver
moving thin, lean
between walls
seeking then
whatever you thought
you sought

was it anything at all?


©2022 Michael Raven

longdrawn breaths
furtive in
four, twelve
shining rows
white teeth

fee fi few
drag to ground
mortal you

bone-fire night/

©2021 Michael Raven

slip the veil cut
slenderthin through
goblin barrow loam

milk on the threshold
bread on the sill
changeling cries dank in crib
shadow of the moon

rattlebones rattlesbones
toss them down the stairs
gather children in bone-fires light
'fore shadow's fingers snare

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Speckled sills.

Flash fiction prompt:

“It works fine. It just screams a little.”

“It works fine. It just screams a little.” Alex said as he turned the crankshaft that jutted out of the box.

I shuddered at the sound it made and tried to convince myself whatever it was, it wasn’t alive. Just machinery. Just poorly 3D-printed cogs. Or something. The noise unnerved me enough that I felt compelled to speak out. “Hey, maybe if you –“

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