Magus West

Short Story

The Last Time I Heard My Name
The Weight of Light
The Pulp Messiah
The Things We Never Touched
The Carousel Of Flesh And Perfume
Nothing Feels Like Anything
If Just One Day
The Universe When She Was Mine
Must The Show Go On?
Before I Knew Her Name

About Magus West

I write because I don’t know how to say any of this out loud. Some of it’s fiction. Some of it isn’t. Doesn’t matter. It all comes from the same place. This is where I leave the versions of me that didn’t survive. If something here sounds like your life… well, I’m sorry.

And hi. I’m glad you’re here.

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