Edgar Allan Poe
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Virginia Poe
We had no portraits of her we had nothing in our heads but her face alive and well dining and singing and laughing and sometimes sinning with Edgar. When she coughed up the blood the crimson stained her lips and her cheeks would flush looking like a painted lady out on a holiday. Edgar stared…
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Poe in a Flash
This story was composed live on Twitter as a sort of “flash fiction” test. I think it turned out well. He shrugged off his black overcoat and turned to peer at himself in the looking glass. “This is what I have become,” he mutters, “dead.” He pushes back his thinning black hair, the high…
The Numinous Cosmos 