reypulque

the gloaming

The day gasps and wheezes, the sky turning colors, the air nearly out of breath. It knows it doesn't have long. The sun staggered about the sky, crowds and flocks clotted the streets and parks, a cold wind blew through to the bone. The world presses its weight upon carefree shoulders, just to listen for the pops and creaks. There is an ache...
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hyperopic

The sky boils over and the windows weep blue light. The hushed still seeps in under the door. Every breath that fresh anticipation, that sudden stirring, that first kiss thrill. So close this clarity, so near this remark of sheen and bone that every ache seems laden with vision. Each swallow another proof of life on earth.


My joints crackle with gravel and my...
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the root

Hail fell, and some slushy snow, all at sea level in April. Thunder shook the roof. The cat went wild, eyes wide with fear. A chill settled in the air, windows rattling, lightning lighting the gray day bright. The clock trembled, time unspooling into the room.

The words are always in flux, changing form and meaning. It is the nature of the ghost...
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never after

I have known the song so long that it cannot escape my history. It dredges the rivers, it drags the swamps. Thoughts surface with that glittering sheen particular to the uninterred. The clouded eyes of the past settle dead center, staring clean through. Again you are there, in those crowded, hallowed moments. Again you are here, livid beneath my skin.

It is so...
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it might come along

The ceiling teems with shadows, the light spills on the floor. The cool air of the early evening crawls through the screen door. I stretch out on the couch, tallying words and spiders. The night eases by, and I waste more than my share.

The moon is gone, so the television spills its light instead. Dark windows and porch lights, moths...
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agassiz, in the concrete

They descend upon fairy wings, more floating than flying. They follow the seethe of carbon dioxide, the bouquet of blood and pheromone. They thirst for that protein that carries oxygen through the red blood cells. They need it to propagate future generations, to bind their eggs together. There is brutal beauty to them, these gems of the twilight world.

The post-Darwin...
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those to come

We wear the skins of strangers, changing faces day to day. The skies may blind us, the rivers may devour their banks, all history only silt and storm. All memory only clouds and flurries. The years exchange our loves and rivals, clearing the stands and emptying the shelves. Some of us move forward, some of us trail behind. Some of us lose...
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lost continent

All the shadows feel painted on, all the spiders seem restless in their webs. Dogs bark just to hear their voices carry. People walk past, looking to get lost. Some dull stone, kicked as someone stumbled. Some dirty window, translucent only in the cracks. A shopping cart run aground on a curb, a shoe orphaned on a fence. Every person another country, every...
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sunny day

Given enough time, the smoke will clear. Given enough time, bridges burned might be built again. Given enough time the mighty will be ground to dust, empires will be consumed by weeds, and the very bones sunken into the hungry earth will glisten among the green fields and bright flowers. Time is insatiable. It will devour us all, and that fact alone gives...
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Never mind the warmth of the sun. Never mind the threadbare sheets and the tangled dreams. Night fell. All the stars came out. All the birds folded their wings away, leaving flight to other heights. Nothing was gained in that thin remainder. Nothing was left to hold my place.

There were words scratched into memory. There were letters left folded and unread. Places marked...
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fable

Dusk settles and the mosquitos descend towards the flesh, salt and sweat and that dwindling bar of light painting the broad horizon. The green over blue view of that brilliant sky gradually extinguished, leaving a starker, denser palette huddling in my eyes. Colorblind, I see better after dark. I am waiting for that first full press of dark. It feels as if I am...
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inertia

I never really knew what to do with a day so bright or a sky so blue. I never really figured out just where to look so I wouldn't have to shield my eyes from the sun. I cast my shadows, I take my clues. I wear my sun glasses and keep my eyes on the road. I keep my head down and try...
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