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The Afterglow Publication
Coffee was the original sin. Good fiction is indelible. Beauty will save this world.
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| 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜
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𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍
Love, Quinn — An Open Letter from Sophocles and Petrarch
Love, Quinn — An Open Letter from Sophocles and Petrarch
In defense of a psychopath: redeeming Love Quinn
Vincent W. C.
Jul 28
Night-Time | playing with voice
Vincent W. C.
The Marigold Night | one frame
Vincent W. C.
The Cat in the Flower Shop | bedtime
Vincent W. C.
Orders | tonight or never
Vincent W. C.
A Golden Slumber | fermata
Vincent W. C.
Rainburst | rage, rage against the light
Vincent W. C.
𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
Your Vestige
Your Vestige
In an hour there will be a knock on my door and I will hold your mother’s hand —
Vincent W. C.
Aug 29
Now that the Organist is Gone | coalescence
Now that the Organist is Gone | coalescence
Everyone — he’s back! We stand to attention.
Vincent W. C.
Jul 13
Unfriended | outlines
Unfriended | outlines
I ask her about the dinner. She says she is not hungry.
Vincent W. C.
Jul 10
Little Satin Dress | outlines
Little Satin Dress | outlines
He says I am beautiful. So shall we find a room?
Vincent W. C.
Jul 3
Another | outlines
Another | outlines
I swear by the saints — that I will tell her when the time is right.
Vincent W. C.
Jul 2
Talk to Him | outlines
Talk to Him | outlines
‘You really should talk to him.’
Vincent W. C.
Jun 30
love, Leander | all the signals I never caught
love, Leander | all the signals I never caught
My sweet — these nights in Abydos have been long and difficult.
Vincent W. C.
May 15
I’m Going Under | heartache
I’m Going Under | heartache
Love can be a plastic bag or a chocolate wrapper or a sweaty hand.
Vincent W. C.
Apr 22
Iphigenia | hush
Iphigenia | hush
They say I must die.
Vincent W. C.
Apr 12
Where the Lost Girls Lie Rotting —
Where the Lost Girls Lie Rotting —
Lust, mania, and mass psychogenic illness in ‘Picnic at Hanging Rock’
Vincent W. C.
Apr 1
The Voyage Out | farsight
The Voyage Out | farsight
it bores into you with a single murky eye. But you do not see.
Vincent W. C.
Mar 2
Underneath the Luminous Night | farsight
Underneath the Luminous Night | farsight
But where are you ? — I ought to be with you.
Vincent W. C.
Feb 24
Fibonacci’s Sky | reversal, boundless
Fibonacci’s Sky | reversal, boundless
I am a traveller from a land between other lands. My sky is your ocean, and your ocean is my sky.
Vincent W. C.
Feb 1
Forest in the Night | out from the frog
Forest in the Night | out from the frog
Inch by inch, it tumbles across the floorboards and splits into tendrils
Vincent W. C.
Jan 27
The Best Man | sisyphic
The Best Man | sisyphic
He snatched the letter and re-read it. Yes, it was done.
Vincent W. C.
Jan 26
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