Potential Titles: Sonya Taaffe

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Those specters thawing out of the Northwest Passage - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

Silting their famished spoor of boots and buttons - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

Sun dogs at the heel of their ever-shifting north - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

How deep the cost can sink in cold equations - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

Tolling kelp-clappered watches of brash ice - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

Beyond white drill and red ink - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

The secrets we stopper within our own mouths - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

A mirror between aurora and extremity - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

Seeping from each step of our high ground - Sonya Taaffe "Amitruq Nekyia"

We resurrect them in silver nitrate - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

Dreams beat against the inner eye - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

His flasks and alembics proposing a toast - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

The shadow stitchery of Paracelsus and Prometheus' fire - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

The dragonseed breeding of current and bone - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

Replicant echoes in red earth and Tesla coils - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

Who once saved me a sunflower to pluck - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

The scientific world and all its hauntings - Sonya Taaffe "The Chymical Marriage"

The sky is bursting to black ice - Sonya Taaffe "The Gambler"

A clockwork of collision and dust - Sonya Taaffe "The Gambler"

Crosshatched with a lacquer frieze of ink - Sonya Taaffe "The Gambler"

Each uncalculated vacancy diagrammed - Sonya Taaffe "The Gambler"

Between planets and parabolas - Sonya Taaffe "The Gambler"

The groom among the gravestones - Sonya Taaffe "He Should Marry the Daughter of the Angel of Death"

Beneath the canopy of his suffocating wings - Sonya Taaffe "He Should Marry the Daughter of the Angel of Death"

Hunting for the bitter drop - Sonya Taaffe "He Should Marry the Daughter of the Angel of Death"

Wronged her in his homesick almanac - Sonya Taaffe "Heyiya"

Deal in straight lines with a god of double faces - Sonya Taaffe "Heyiya"

A counterfeiter of ways flowering like snow - Sonya Taaffe "Heyiya"

The balance of the year on her outspread palms - Sonya Taaffe "Heyiya"

The road the sun lays down in light - Sonya Taaffe "Heyiya"

Rain between the bowing heads of roses - Sonya Taaffe "Idle Thoughts While Watching a Faun"

From November and the winter's stripping chill - Sonya Taaffe "Idle Thoughts While Watching a Faun"

Lounges in an abstract of boxwood and holly - Sonya Taaffe "Idle Thoughts While Watching a Faun"

Who haunts my path like a heart's missed beat - Sonya Taaffe "Idle Thoughts While Watching a Faun"

Playing faro with no aces - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"

The silver had run out of all the mirrors - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"

Every suitcase in the ghost stations - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"

Murmuring numbers that never added up - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"

Emptied my heart with the absence of every tick - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"

Sketched storm-static and the dust of masks - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"

The haloes of a holy fool to crown you - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"

Crown you double-tongued and quicksilver - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"

Pasteboard riddles and commedia deadpan - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"

This hand of faces you dealt yourself - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"

They are all marked with your name - Sonya Taaffe "Muse"

A skein of foxfire and the bruised scent of vervain - Sonya Taaffe "Night Boat"

Where my fingers cramp with winter and warmth - Sonya Taaffe "Night Boat"

Only the ghost of children through my dreams - Sonya Taaffe "Night Boat"

This candle guides none living - Sonya Taaffe "Night Boat"

Eavesdropping on fate or furious nothing - Sonya Taaffe "Radio Banquo"

The stations spin like cooling stars - Sonya Taaffe "Radio Banquo"

A bloodied clutch of crowns - Sonya Taaffe "Radio Banquo"

Might melt with midnight into cold air - Sonya Taaffe "Teinds"

All snarled wires and smashed paint - Sonya Taaffe "Teinds"

You had never started and would never stop - Sonya Taaffe "Teinds"

The names you mumbled in your nightmares - Sonya Taaffe "Teinds"

Ribboned and archaic as guisers' masks - Sonya Taaffe "Teinds"


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