Tag Archives: Fiction

Decomposed

You’re a traveler for the sound of wings. Its organic, magnetic, comforting flutter Eases you, resolves you, melts you into consonance Whose song sings the thing, that lies…. within The rhetoric of freeways, That stripe of sound Dividing you into … Continue reading

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Present Day List

Reality is the root of all problems. Stay away from it at all times. Dress neatly for virtual interviews and dating sites. Remember, it’s all upper torso! It’s a blouse, blouse, blouse world. Think of the money you’ll save on … Continue reading

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Seeing

My eyes can only look outward. They seek, witness, and search No singular thoughts of their own Catching movement and color Concentrating on sound sources Sorting light and darkness Outside binary restraints Transmitting their way into an inner vision Processed … Continue reading

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A Sublunary Plea

Dear Kuiperian We’re caught in the middle of a courtship. The sun and the Earth are tangled in passionate gravity. However, the Earth has a lover on the side, the moon. The sun doesn’t like that and is jealous. So, … Continue reading

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We Are Struck

Time is involved with our embraces As if the length of holding one another Measures the weight of our affection The tightness of our hugs produces passions– Passions filled with a gravity of attraction Not just of Earth and moon, … Continue reading

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Hardboiled Stinks

Don’t let biscuits be hard on you Just give ‘em a little dunk And they’ll soften right up Bacon crumbles under pressure Unless they’re Canadian Then they become really taxing Why does Benedict need a fucking muffin! Who does he … Continue reading

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The Cave (Portrait #8)

  The lamps bob in between echoes. They can only reverberate for so long, then disappear around a curve. So we tether together, in small groups of nonsense It is our belief that we will come to the end, turn … Continue reading

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The Freeway (Portrait #7)

  We were underneath, before it crossed over the river. Tires sizzled above us like a new form of electricity. These were sounds of an alien world, our planet. Our arms glued on to it, tentacles. Yet, we couldn’t follow … Continue reading

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The Fern (Portrait #5)

This stream is the coldest my hands have ever touched. If there is a bottom to its shallowness, I can’t find it. The water seems so damned clear, too clear. I think I should be able to see, but I … Continue reading

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The Rope (Portrait #3)

  The snow is blamed, it always is, as mad as you get at it, as mad as it makes me. But, I know, like you do, now, it’s always the rope. The others don’t realize the rope’s properties, as … Continue reading

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