'Disciple' (Chapter 9) by Tom Stuckey (Writer-in-Residence) @HardRainPicture
“The nun lay on the stage floor and closed her eyes as Thomas stood over her and put his hands out over her body, which began to drain of life; she went white as if all the blood had been removed by gravity, and suddenly a white shadow began to rise from her, as if her aura or spirit.”
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'Disciple' (Chapter 8) by Tom Stuckey (Writer-in-Residence) @HardRainPicture
“‘He knows he has shadows. He also knows that it is sometimes best not to meet those shadows.’”
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Poem "Specular Glass" by Damon Hubbs @damon_hubbs
“It’s night / The planets spin in reverse / I made marinara / and sent a postcard to an ex / She used to be a debutante now she’s avant- garde”
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'Disciple' (Chapter 7) by Tom Stuckey @HardRainPicture (Writer-in-Residence)
“I realised that these people, apart from getting rid of us in some sort of hit, had to deal with us. They had seen Thomas; they knew he could be trouble; and something more important than money was at stake.”
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