ANDREW MAXWELL: As no one already comes no one already comes. Into unsaying. As nakedly no one embraces unsaying. This infinite distance in which you will almost ungather. This all of this. Lavender after.
 
ERIC HILL: Standing frozen and confused, she scans the sky but sees only black. The field of snow still glows blue, but the Moon is gone. As she starts to walk again, she suddenly realizes she was standing in the shadow of the old windmill.
 
Anonymous: We know very well that longevity is not a hallmark of what we have. He is so good at enjoying me while he has me. And try as I might to act the same way, in my loneliest hours, I find myself perpetually haunted.
 
Crystal Theresa Z. Ejanda: The soul is the thing that needs protecting. It’s the thing that is left after the rest is burned and ground into powder ash. The release is the protection is the eating. I am not in their heads behind the eyes.