Joseph Honor
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"I really don't see the point." "What's not to get? We stand here and watch them float around." "But why? What's the appeal? They're just fish. There's probably more than a trillion of them in the world and this isn't even their natural environment. It's entirely fabricated."
By Joseph Honorabout a year ago in Fiction
damnation
small and simple hills coalesce to monuments then return to dust
By Joseph Honorabout a year ago in Poets
reduction
climbing to the top is simply the mastery of reaching upwards
By Joseph Honorabout a year ago in Poets
Routine's End
Dawn seeped in from the tear in the cavern, birthing light into the crystals and bathing the cave in a deep emerald glow. The tranquil performance of the waterfall began; soft, white beams danced across stalactites to the harmony of water, lapping alongside darkened walls, gracefully cascading against a parade of cliffs into the lake below.
By Joseph Honorabout a year ago in Fiction