Unreturning

'T was such a little, little boat
That toddled down the bay!
'T was such a gallant, gallant sea
That beckoned it away!

'T was such a greedy, greedy wave
That licked it from the coast;
Nor ever guessed the stately sails
My little craft was lost!

Emily Dickinson


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Taphonomy

Late in the year, New Orleans still has its hot days. In the slave quarters, they blossomed like the giant, stinking carrion-flowers that grow in humid jungles. Their ravaged abdomens swelled and burst like red-black petals, a jubilee of rot. Their putrescent fluids pooled on the concrete floor and in the hollows of their disintegrating bodies.

Poppy Z. Brite, Exquisite Corpse


Image by Luke Kopycinski.

Koppa

The art of Luke Kopycinski.



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