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Sometimes I put words together with other words || Editor of @TwistedMoonMag

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Spoiler: I like languages, ladies, alliteration, mythology, and the idea of universes in which all my possible lives are being lived.

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Look at all these beautiful words we've published 🌛🌜

[Twisted Moon @TwistedMoonMag]

Issue 5 has landed 🌕

https://t.co/smZHfZauam

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Your shoulders stoop with the atomic weight of sin.
Your hands are cracked and dusted red.

You are traveling now, always, onwards
towards the hope of Lethe.

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You gave up your heart to the last Great War.
In the trenches, under a sanguine moon,
you will recall cutting the mercy from your chest.

You will recall leaving pieces of yourself
at every crossroad until you are as empty of desire
as the chambers of your gun.

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You will recall the hallowed men, the hollow space
behind your ribs that stands as a mausoleum
to the things you have killed out of fear, and

You are a man made more of entropy now than flesh.

On your tombstone it is written:
"We have seen everything and we were wrong."

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When they burn our books, our canvases, our ink, we will draw hieroglyphs in honey and hide our stories deep inside ourselves. The words will stick to our skin, to our ribs; we will be made sweet with the taste of our own history.

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You are chained to the earth, and I catch the poison dripping above you. You were mighty once, but I have the power to make you writhe.

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@hesterjrook @TwistedMoonMag Corny on main. 😐

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A quick reminder to anyone submitting to @TwistedMoonMag: we are here with open arms for your poetry, but please follow our submission guidelines to make the submissions/reading process smoother for everyone!

Our guidelines are here: https://t.co/X04J5BfVPp

And in particular:

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@alexjanemassey augh, YES.

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@hesterjrook @TwistedMoonMag I would like, please, to either be or have a monster.

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@alexjanemassey ID card, an old key, hair pins worn only once to the wedding of someone I used to be close to.

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When agriculture failed and our ruined earth could no longer grow life, we became desperate. We turned to witchcraft and planted spells written in ink and blood. They did not yield food, but the creatures rising out from the dirt were born hungry, their teeth whet on our bones.

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Issue 3 is up, devour it 🌕

https://t.co/smZHfZs5yW

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It has been centuries since the bone-witch was called to war, but her army is growing, her soldiers waiting quietly just beneath the earth.

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The house at the end of the street is older than anyone remembers, and the woman inside it has witnessed the reigns of ancient kings.

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The curse of a crossroads-deal is that you will not remember making it, and the devil is content to buy as many souls as you can sell him.

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The Australian marriage equality survey is in full swing - want to send us some sexy queer poetry to cheer us up? https://t.co/CubjwAIx1B