Tag: Reading

Lost City

The streets have no direction, no destination. They wind back into themselves, while they take her… somewhere… she’s never been. She looks at a map of the city, it would appear to be simple, small, within a defined space. On the streets is a…

Readers

There are the flash fiction folks, the poetry peeps,  long read lingerers, essay sippers, quote queers, novel nuts, the journalist jackals…sci fi sympathizers, romance unrequited rejects, the mystery mongers, the New York old-timers, speculative spectators, fantasy freaks, comic-con artists, and the not-so-young adult Harry…

The Wind Bends the Flower

It’s easy for her to get lost in stillness, before light sneaks between curtain and window, playing shapes on her bedroom walls. The softness of night can’t hold back day. She knows that. She hears the east wind pick up, as the sun spreads…

Ingrained

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Forest Spirit

Forest Spirit, Klickitat River, December 2018

Undercurrents

  How leaves lie around his house…placed, as if in a certain order. How the sky is colorless above his roof, matching the freeways.   The only chance for him to see color and chaos is the sea But the ocean is forbidden inland,…

Thinglewart

So true, so true Thinglewart is blue And who knew, who knew, what to do? For Thinglewart is a preposterous pest Indeed he wears a stiff, starched vest No stretchy, stretch for Thinglewart ever Just keeps on shoveling shit ‘til never ‘Til the sky…

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