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Seven years ago, I was working with the creative arts collaborative, BoywithStick, when a friend asked me if I was ‘happy’ with…
He’d been a thief, the abbad once, she said. When he was barely old enough to sing the rites. Stolen something sweet and full of life from his king, the Dom of Lights, who lived at sea beyond the sky…
Joseph, abbad, hearts with Leilah, it read, where the hummingbird had spit across and through the windows, tides beset, floor, to ride with seashells, sea life, to the Night’s swept shores. The haze…
Joseph, abbad, hearts with Leilah, it read, where the hummingbird had spit across and through the doors. The haze of light and watered, pouring — cerise, wax yarrow, cyan —…
The second draft.