John Blacksher

 Ambling through the watery sunshine, I thought of nothing,
and the wind replied in a whisper that nothing thought of me.

—Musing—

  • Airports in Developing Countries
  • Fripp
  • Dust
  • Memories Move
  • Lips of Fire
  • Axe
  • The Cobweb and the Stone
  • Syndrome

    • —Story—

  • The Flies In Your Windowsill Had Names
  • Parade
  • Ants
  • Palmistry
  • The Ghost Machine
  • Restricted Area
  • Passage
  • Demolition
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