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Josh Mings

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Satchels swung from the fenceposts snagged on the barbs by the passerby’s whipping past on steel steed with wind on their heels chasing a pint of mead. Rusted eyes would catch a glimpse of the bags against the sun, oiled eons past when the mechs tilled the land, bound to happen again once hatch the…

Last week millions were left in the wake of the fourth-strongest hurricane to make landfall. Towns were flooded, homes were lost, and businesses were destroyed. There’s a lot of clean up ahead and the affects are so vast it’s hard to know where to start. We can start though, and do it a little at…

15 million water spouts dripped against a noticeable stench rising out of the eroded interior of the last great Puchaungle warrior’s shell. Hollow, crumbles of metal flakes fought floating against the drops and every once in a while the sounds all came together like a song, a song sifting a course, asking for these links.…