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Jan 26

Titus, Titan.

I lived in the shadow of my father, I always had, and, unless I were to raise my own model village from empty fields and a flooding valley, or receive a knighthood from Queen Victoria, I always would. My father was the great Titus, a Titan to the people of…

Saltaire

9 min read


Dec 15, 2021

Snow in June.

Days of heat and sun and cultural joy are cooled by a few lone specks of white. White? Summer? They do not pair, we muse. The air becomes hostile, the mutual enemy infiltrates our layers. Layers dug out of deep storage, surprised and groggy at being woken from their long…

2 min read


Jul 6, 2021

A Viaduct by the Sea.

I shiver as cool metal tracks are placed along my brow. The first iron horse rattles my arches: the thrum of the engine as it growls overhead, the fast pulse of the swinging piston, the hiss of fire and coal and water. My roots run deep, and my spine stands…

Viaduct

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