Potential Titles: Ann K. Schwader

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Held sparks within their darkness - Ann K. Schwader "Abductee: Two Sonnets: Marker Memory"

Silt of stars washed down from skies - Ann K. Schwader "Abductee: Two Sonnets: Marker Memory"

Her misgivings never strayed from liquid night - Ann K. Schwader "Abductee: Two Sonnets: Marker Memory"

Some fragments of his life dissolved - Ann K. Schwader "Abductee: Two Sonnets: Missing Time"

A nagging sense of neurons stalled - Ann K. Schwader "Abductee: Two Sonnets: Missing Time"

A star chart might work better than a map - Ann K. Schwader "Abductee: Two Sonnets: Missing Time"

Sacrificed preconceptions and perspectives - Ann K. Schwader "Alexandria Next Time"

Speak the wisdom of worlds past - Ann K. Schwader "Alexandria Next Time"

Salvaged texts from empires perished - Ann K. Schwader "Alexandria Next Time"

The unnatural deaths of steel and concrete - Ann K. Schwader "Alien Machines"

Juggernauts flailing to their own rhythms - Ann K. Schwader "Alien Machines"

Our dreams bleed out upon strange altars - Ann K. Schwader "Alien Machines"

On either side of a fresh abyss - Ann K. Schwader "Alien Machines"

The cave mouth's event horizon breath - Ann K. Schwader "Alien Machines"

Apparition less of mist than hunger - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Murmurs in the dreams of chosen daughters - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

What spirit of corruption endures to threaten - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Truth beyond the authorized & ancient - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

As fading stars surrender - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Ancient opener of all ways to darkness - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Her mystery eclipses tarnished stars - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Holding hunger inside them for a weapon - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Ancient wisdom like the bitterness of stars - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Know the truth of your corruption - Ann K. Schwader "Ammutseba Rising"

Peel back the mask of truth - Ann K. Schwader "At the Last of Carcosa"

Half phantom at our feast - Ann K. Schwader "At the Last of Carcosa"

As night begins its metamorphosis - Ann K. Schwader "At the Last of Carcosa"

Every specter laid by tattered saffron - Ann K. Schwader "At the Last of Carcosa"

Die unblessed beneath strange moons - Ann K. Schwader "At the Last of Carcosa"

The pitted pillars of our last and highest cities - Ann K. Schwader "Aurelia Aurita"

The acid of its own long dying - Ann K. Schwader "Aurelia Aurita"

But too late and each alone - Ann K. Schwader "Aurelia Aurita"

Haunted mirrors stare down from all sides - Ann K. Schwader "Aurelia Aurita"

Before their needles took us - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Cargo in winter's hold - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Suspended through the twilight centuries - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Linger at the cavern entrance to nothingness - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

In these shadows knotted through the stars - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Scrawls out its ocher & imagination - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Claw marks annotate awakening - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Instinct mutates to law - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

Stones charcoaled with ritual fire - Ann K. Schwader "Cave Bear Dreams"

A wind made terrible by time - Ann K. Schwader "Climate of Fear"

Light years & lightless dreams - Ann K. Schwader "Climate of Fear"

Countless corridors worn slick as glass - Ann K. Schwader "Climate of Fear"

Times no nightmare could surpass - Ann K. Schwader "Climate of Fear"

Emblazoned with extinction's bleak device - Ann K. Schwader "Climate of Fear"

The shattered hue of starlight failing - Ann K. Schwader "Conflict Carbon"

Cries out in siren welcome to the night - Ann K. Schwader "Cordyceps zombii"

Perfects its own malign intent - Ann K. Schwader "Cordyceps zombii"

Creep beyond the subtle borderline of sleep - Ann K. Schwader "Darkest Anodyne"

Though we civilize perdition - Ann K. Schwader "Darkest Anodyne"

Darkest anodyne against our pain - Ann K. Schwader "Darkest Anodyne"

Seeping out across oblivious space - Ann K. Schwader "Dead Light"

This spangled canopy of pyres to the distant dead - Ann K. Schwader "Dead Light"

Clotted darkness threatening moonlight - Ann K. Schwader "Deconstructing Night"

A privileged view of questionable worth - Ann K. Schwader "Deconstructing Night"

Between these penciled lines of dusk & dawn - Ann K. Schwader "Deconstructing Night"

Falls ancient as the curse of Cain - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

That murders sight in canyon shadows - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

Where the rains of eons murmured their refrain - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

Until the ravaged earth gave way - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

Chaos written plain in fossil glyphs - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

This troubled clay surrendering to sunset - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

Mortal gray becomes the indigo of tides - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Nocturne"

What blooms bears thorns - Ann K. Schwader "Desert Protocol"

The dust of dynasties upon my lips - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"

Torn from a simpler immortality - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"

A failing candle I dare not extinguish - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"

Shadows crawl in hieroglyphs of prophecy - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"

Runs deep enough to drown this certainty - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"

Brittle, transitory things already lost - Ann K. Schwader "Fatal Constellations"

Scars across the face of night - Ann K. Schwader "Fatal Constellations"

Chaos ravening past sight - Ann K. Schwader "Fatal Constellations"

Tracing shapes of void from starlight - Ann K. Schwader "Fatal Constellations"

This cavern sanctified by screams & sacrifice - Ann K. Schwader "Fiesta of Our Lady"

His demon siblings by the score - Ann K. Schwader "Fiesta of Our Lady"

Who voyaged deathless through the vacuum seas - Ann K. Schwader "Fiesta of Our Lady"

Whose twin mouths gape with venom & desire - Ann K. Schwader "Fiesta of Our Lady"

Bearing fire & sharp obsidian - Ann K. Schwader "Fiesta of Our Lady"

Whose samite masks veil little more than entropy - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

Entropy incarnate in the blood - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

Twin suns bled to ash behind their moons - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

Unslaked by any wine save life - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

A tattered wind alone replied - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

Replied in threnodies through bones - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

Creep into their sorceries of sleep - Ann K. Schwader "Finale, Act Two"

Hold to shadow as the last reality - Ann K. Schwader "Flash Specters"

Unfold unfettered from the tyranny of sun - Ann K. Schwader "Flash Specters"

Never heard the call to shelter - Ann K. Schwader "Flash Specters"

Felt the sirens wail between our bones - Ann K. Schwader "Flash Specters"

Comes fraught with strange illusions - Ann K. Schwader "Frost Ghosts"

Knot by knot they fall undone - Ann K. Schwader "Frost Ghosts"

A venomed breeze exhales them - Ann K. Schwader "Frost Ghosts"

The bleak allure of Aprils lost - Ann K. Schwader "Frost Ghosts"

The exile our fickle star requires - Ann K. Schwader "Given to the Frost"

Faces in the nightmares we'll deny - Ann K. Schwader "Given to the Frost"

Some refrain of wailing in the rafters - Ann K. Schwader "Giving Up the Ghost"

When such rare delights as these abide - Ann K. Schwader "Giving Up the Ghost"

May sustain itself by shadows at the edge of sight - Ann K. Schwader "Giving Up the Ghost"

No turning from the hounds of Time - Ann K. Schwader "Gone to Ground"

Crime & punishment made one - Ann K. Schwader "Gone to Ground"

No victory in going swift to ground - Ann K. Schwader "Gone to Ground"

Some broken things don't heal - Ann K. Schwader "Goodnight Aileen"

The highway takes them young - Ann K. Schwader "Goodnight Aileen"

No regrets, no questions, no demands - Ann K. Schwader "Goodnight Aileen"

That even last mistakes can be outrun - Ann K. Schwader "Goodnight Aileen"

That motion is salvation granted at gunpoint - Ann K. Schwader "Goodnight Aileen"

Spoke the sacred names of Thebes - Ann K. Schwader "Horizon of the Aten"

Sand upon the wind's tongue scouring - Ann K. Schwader "Horizon of the Aten"

By ignorance of a mayfly's ending - Ann K. Schwader "If Cold Is a War"

Resources sacrificed to other crises - Ann K. Schwader "If Cold Is a War"

Leaving us little but bitter ashes - Ann K. Schwader "If Cold Is a War"

A dream of stardrives shattered - Ann K. Schwader "If Cold Is a War"

In the burned places where light is ash - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

Ash of slaughtered stars - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

Where silence stiffens to rigor mortis - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

For Oppenheimer's optimal blossom - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

Between our walls of phantom data - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

The winds that blow contagion - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

Clenched tight on godspeak shrapnel - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

The enemy inherent in our mirrors - Ann K. Schwader "In the Burned Places"

Obscuring time's frail fabric as it rips - Ann K. Schwader "In This Brief Interval"

Dizzied by ascension to this height - Ann K. Schwader "In This Brief Interval"

Born swimmer in the data stream - Ann K. Schwader "It Wears You"

This latest means of never needing air - Ann K. Schwader "It Wears You"

The cyborg lifestyle has its thrills - Ann K. Schwader "It Wears You"

Rose against the dark like vengeance hurled - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah II: The White Stone"

Vengeance hurled from utter Void - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah II: The White Stone"

Constrained no longer by the laws of man - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah III: Nahab"

Those poisoned claws called justice - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah V: Through Certain Angles"

Where all persuasions & equations lose their grip - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah V: Through Certain Angles"

On His throne of shattered stars - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah V: Through Certain Angles"

The calculus of fear laid forth in gore - Ann K. Schwader "Keziah VI: Of What Remained"

Time falls away with twilight - Ann K. Schwader "Last Light, Frijoles Canyon"

These walls incised with nightmare - Ann K. Schwader "Last Light, Frijoles Canyon"

Till only ladders bring deliverance - Ann K. Schwader "Last Light, Frijoles Canyon"

Carts whose banshee wheels cry havoc - Ann K. Schwader "The Laundrymen"

Soul sister to the whippoorwill & crow - Ann K. Schwader "Lavinia in Autumn"

Still feels the star-winds blow - Ann K. Schwader "Lavinia in Autumn"

Where chaos keeps its throne - Ann K. Schwader "Lavinia in Autumn"

Before the sovereignity of sharper gales - Ann K. Schwader "Lavinia in Autumn"

In the shadow land between streetlights - Ann K. Schwader "Mardi Gras Postmortem"

To curse their thankless task ahead - Ann K. Schwader "Mardi Gras Postmortem"

Imperishable blue this bitter sky - Ann K. Schwader "Maya Blue (At Chichen Itza)"

Kindle leaves & clay with rare copal - Ann K. Schwader "Maya Blue (At Chichen Itza)"

Who summons clouds to birth - Ann K. Schwader "Maya Blue (At Chichen Itza)"

These bones we bartered for the rains - Ann K. Schwader "Maya Blue (At Chichen Itza)"

Fate gazes back imperishable blue - Ann K. Schwader "Maya Blue (At Chichen Itza)"

Given myself as an unasked weapon - Ann K. Schwader "Medusa, Becoming"

A shattered innocence consoled by venom - Ann K. Schwader "Medusa, Becoming"

Conversations twining cold between my vertebrae - Ann K. Schwader "Medusa, Becoming"

Undeclared war echoed from my step - Ann K. Schwader "Medusa, Becoming"

Permanent footprints in a video landscape - Ann K. Schwader "Minions of the Moon"

A formula in yards not meters - Ann K. Schwader "Minions of the Moon"

Pure wilderness still sovereign - Ann K. Schwader "Minions of the Moon"

Shall welcome every child of Hydra's race - Ann K. Schwader "Mother's Night"

All night beneath the dreams of London - Ann K. Schwader "Necropolis Railway Incident"

Whose twisted arabesques suggest no single form - Ann K. Schwader "The Night of Her Return"

A thousand shadows of the pure grotesque - Ann K. Schwader "The Night of Her Return"

A whisper lost on the ferryman's lips - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

Slow through the cave of my veins - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

I wandered the asphodel stars - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

Unweaving my dreams each century - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

A second obol secret beneath my tongue - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

Bright dust of a hundred worlds on your feet - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

The scent of nameless Calypsos - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

Whose face is lit with the flames of cities - Ann K. Schwader "Of Ithaca & Ice"

These stars will never shine so bright - Ann K. Schwader "On Any Given Midnight"

Their galaxies in panicked flight - Ann K. Schwader "On Any Given Midnight"

All vacating this scrap of sky - Ann K. Schwader "On Any Given Midnight"

Our dreams hold less of hope - Ann K. Schwader "On Any Given Midnight"

Twisted in a pallid shadow-knot - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

Sealed forever by reentry's kiss of peace - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

Sublime & hot as seraph breath - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

From all our wondering, wounded world - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

The chaff from bleeding wheat - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

Blameless catalyst of our defeat - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

What star begot these bones - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

Our souls shall taste nirvana in such sleep - Ann K. Schwader "Ossuary"

Clockwork hearts with crystal chips & atom beats - Ann K. Schwader "Past Human"

All men are defeated equal - Ann K. Schwader "Past Human"

A labyrinth of diagrams - Ann K. Schwader "Past Human"

The weight of tech against Thoth's scale - Ann K. Schwader "Past Human"

All unshaped unbidden miracles - Ann K. Schwader "Past Human"

Beneath its polished mirror moon - Ann K. Schwader "Past Human"

A truth unbearable without this stranger's mask - Ann K. Schwader "The Queen's Speech"

A truth bitter past bearing - Ann K. Schwader "The Queen's Speech"

That king whose tattered mantle beckons from the dark - Ann K. Schwader "The Queen's Speech"

A mask of saffron veiled us from ourselves - Ann K. Schwader "The Queen's Speech"

What tongue shall sing this truth? - Ann K. Schwader "The Queen's Speech"

With tongues of blood & faith & prophecy - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

A mutation of myth hardwired - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

That burned her dreams to spiral ashes - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Blue beyond the grammar of imagination - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Lifted her past midnight into truth - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Starlight turned them shrill as crystal - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Until a random shard drew scarlet - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Bottled rainbows by the fistful - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Blackout curtains blank across her window - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Hostage to her own event horizon - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Strangers with myths for maps - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Whose prophecies scrawl tongues of fire - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Tongues of fire across our midnight sky - Ann K. Schwader "Quiet in Her Mind"

Washed their faces clean of love - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Their bones are coldsleep coral now - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Eroded by slowly dreaming centuries - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Dying stars our skies have long forgotten - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Have twisted comets out of thought - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Forged new orbits for the myths we made - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

By fading firelight in the caves of winter - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Siren gusts like tides beneath their words - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Footprints on some night-drowned beach - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

For oceans gravity did not command - Ann K. Schwader "Rich & Strange"

Speaks in hieroglyphs of red - Ann K. Schwader "Set in Whitechapel"

Strange wisdom from a god long dead - Ann K. Schwader "Set in Whitechapel"

Bred by want's unalterable demands - Ann K. Schwader "Set in Whitechapel"

The future draws its crimson thread - Ann K. Schwader "Set in Whitechapel"

Sweet atomic absolution of our myriad sins - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

In one swift Lenten smear of ash - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

Shadow on a shattered concrete sky - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

The silence we were promised - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

Sirens above a blasted blameless graveyard - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

Broken daily into shards of shrapnel - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

Of vermin beset by ancient plagues - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

Along a web of unsuspected faults - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

Some tower tumbles, lightning-struck - Ann K. Schwader "Slouching Towards Entropy"

When vision shrieked like a mad sunflower - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

Event horizons shimmered in the sunset - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

Paint maelstroms into Milky Ways - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

A bridge redshifts toward oblivion - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

Needed no dismembered star to guide you - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

From the black hole of your birth - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

Shared this galaxy's endless scream - Ann K. Schwader "Spiral Scream"

Though Homer knew the power of dark blood - Ann K. Schwader "Time Ghosts"

Tongues parched centuries past silence - Ann K. Schwader "Time Ghosts"

As if coincidence alone explained such wounds - Ann K. Schwader "Time Ghosts"

Familiar as the ghosts of our bad nights - Ann K. Schwader "Time Ghosts"

Wandering unsatisfied between hells - Ann K. Schwader "Time Ghosts"

This suspicion once wove Atlantis through us - Ann K. Schwader "To Theia"

Carved out Eden between our ribs - Ann K. Schwader "To Theia"

Why the iron that marks our blood is restless - Ann K. Schwader "To Theia"

Seeking some heart beyond our hearts - Ann K. Schwader "To Theia"

Shooting stars not worth the wishing on - Ann K. Schwader "To Theia"

To that remotest of reflected blessings - Ann K. Schwader "To Theia"

Darkness slides from their heights - Ann K. Schwader "Towers of Light"

To drown our tattered lives - Ann K. Schwader "Towers of Light"

Leaking heat into winter's infinity - Ann K. Schwader "Towers of Light"

Moebius corridors where imagination failed - Ann K. Schwader "Towers of Light"

Forgive all limits of imagination - Ann K. Schwader "Void Flyers"

Keep strange faith with entities of elder void - Ann K. Schwader "Void Flyers"

Who cry like ravens at spacetime destroyed - Ann K. Schwader "Void Flyers"

The aether swells with arias & whispers - Ann K. Schwader "Void Music"

Tell our tales of plasma waves - Ann K. Schwader "Void Music"

Reshaping fear as placid science - Ann K. Schwader "Void Music"

Cast adrift by proxy on a vast black sea - Ann K. Schwader "Void Music"

Trust a little less in certainties so fragile - Ann K. Schwader "Void Music"

Drift & sing the death of starlight - Ann K. Schwader "Void Music"

Yet those black seas bewitched us - Ann K. Schwader "A Voyage(r) Too Far"

Beyond the fragile light that marks our star - Ann K. Schwader "A Voyage(r) Too Far"

Prove no more than fireflies in a jar - Ann K. Schwader "A Voyage(r) Too Far"

What dark god's avatar awaits - Ann K. Schwader "A Voyage(r) Too Far"

& never dream that you should be afraid - Ann K. Schwader "Weird of the White Sybil"

From the fertile mud of memory & myth - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

That crop-eared horror who haunted deserts - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

The breath of chaos howled there - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

A solar wind too strong to ride - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

Built their lives of stone & gold - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

One lotus night tinged blue with deja vu - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

Our airless desert seared by stars - Ann K. Schwader "Why We Left"

Omens cryptic & golden, poisoned & red - Ann K. Schwader "Wind Shift"

May wait in silence & unasked - Ann K. Schwader "Wind Shift"

The twisted bones of things revealed - Ann K. Schwader "Wind Shift"

In equal parts infernal & divine - Ann K. Schwader "The Winds of Sesqua Valley"

Who wove their threnody with foot & flute - Ann K. Schwader "The Winds of Sesqua Valley"

In hopes of wiping out some future hell - Ann K. Schwader "Wolves of Mars"

Each question leaves a scar - Ann K. Schwader "Wolves of Mars"

Pristine as dust upon his chalice - Ann K. Schwader "Yhoundeh Fades"


Poet's bio at Strange Horizons website.


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