This poem first appeared in SC 7.2, available in our shop as an ebook. Read on!
A whirlwind miniaturized or contained in the human form is no less than a swath of destruction waiting to happen. Spun up from the archive is Marvin Shackelford’s “Wet Tracks Far from a Crossing”:
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