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Newsletter · By Beau Watson · Official site

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Jul 16, 2026
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  1. Issue · Jul 16, 2026

    I’m Sick (opens the original)

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    I stared out the window. It was one of those giant panes that could serve as aquarium glass. It was the golden hour, and the green leaves and purple flowers of the azalea tree outside looked a little darker than usual. Dad’s favorite, azalea trees, because they had ‘em all over at Augusta National golf course.”I think golf courses are pretty,” he’d tell Mom when she asked what he liked about the game. “Look at the color!” Thwack.“How long?” I asked the doctor.They blew out one of those long brea

  2. Issue · Jul 7, 2026

    metalheaven (opens the original)

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    Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedTilt back your visor Smiling victory salute O’er Hell’s fell minions And heaven’s great brutes I peer at the grey gate Gleaming with death Beating my chest thrice An unbeatable throb More invincible than mere Achilles And far less proud A sun fire A moon fire And what exactly is The Difference? Perhaps only the spelling But the mere shape is Still the stuff of stars Dying or defiant But what exactly is the Difference? So the

  3. Issue · Jul 7, 2026

    soother (opens the original)

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    The Violet Scryer fighting And the violent squire crying The embers slowly dying And the saint, whispered, lying Etched and stretched And laughing to death At the fools upon the fence Alighted delighted From taking a breath Perched upon the bench With your deft little scythe That gutting knife With words run so quick The metal, blood slick Patters in the wind But the scorpion smile And paramour wiles The altar, defiled, In the name of iron and dust But the victim trial And guilty vials The heart

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