
Lark Hanshan
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A quiet West Coast observer. Writing a sentence onto a blank page and letting what comes next do what it must.
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Blossom. Honorable Mention in You Were Never Really Here Challenge. Content Warning.
“Do not stand by my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep.” The starting lines from a well-known bereavement poem by Clare Harner, read by old Louis Wright up at the church pulpit. His left hand trembles around his wrinkled order of service while he reads off the rest of the poem, his right clenches and unclenches in his pant pocket.
By Lark Hanshan6 months ago in Fiction
Anthropomorphism. Top Story - June 2025.
It’s distressing, you know? While thinking aloud, I stumbled upon an unexpected epiphany. Maybe the way I’d been taking care of you had been a roundabout way to care for myself. That certainly wasn’t the intent, but in the long term that’s how it turned out to be.
By Lark Hanshan7 months ago in Fiction




