All at once the chords change and there’s the melody. The piano trips over itself to explain. The light left on, the lights switched off, the lights no one uses any more. At least as far as the imagining goes, the music falling from your touch. The poetry just slipping off your hips. The hesitation that broke your stride just so. The living visible in...
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Don’t mind me, I’m in the middle of the map I’m making. It’s no bother, it’s all I ever do. I blow some smoke, I look around, I fill in a few blanks. Look out, world, next to nothing coming through. Sure it seems a horror show, but it’s good work for a monster. Distance painted on, black crow calling and coffee spilling steam. Here...
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The resolutions don’t arrive, the explanations never get made, the bills are never settled. We either got it, or it goes on back order. We either make it, or it moves along to another life. The math depends on who you are, privileged or brilliant maybe you make it work, the rest of us just repeat a couple of operations, over and over until it...
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The daylight hasn’t made it yet, what with the end days lighting and the apocalyptic atmospherics, the sky like looking a toothache in the eye. Grazed with gasps of doom and lashes of grace, the stranger takes a seat, the table cluttered with cup and ash. This story oh these millions of miles away, our shared sky California, the fire speaking clearly with a breeze...
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Tell me again when you like what the moon gets up to. Tell me again when the dreams get in your eye. From sight to sight, from see to see, your heart made too much of me. The morning would have it one way, the day another. Pretending to be in a world where there are still words between us. Standing at the foot of...
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It all burned down, the cities that we’d visit, the little truths we’d work. Through the heat and the haze we met the maze and the Minotaur, scattered to separate trusts and secret paths, the blood and the no take backs. The stories were pared the memories clipped the dreams left to starve in the night. The matchstick broke the wish in a stroke, now...
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The softest of shadows dream and drowse, the day on bright and the television loud. The cool uncoils against the skin, the summer restless in the flesh, the window stirs and shines. From one faith to the next, hill after hill towards the sliding sky, the hypnosis of the road moving beneath the still gathered around your spine. The map is always catching up to...
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The light was late in leaving, the ash was thick and expansive, the drum machine ran off a beat in record time. Here there was smoke, here there was water, a sip and a swallow and a host of flies. The sheen of sweat the weight of sky the burning of the syllabus, here we are the stranger for the duration, the visitor all aflame....
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The smoke curls, the leaf burns and flecks, the flies pace out their measures. Chitinous limbs and gossamer wings, flit and still, flit and still. They abide in swarms and tides, each fly a plot and a mission, a future foretold and a plague to come. They imbue the machine then mock it for parts. They let the sentience settle, let it soften as it...
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The clock started before anyone showed up, the flag was waved before the racers knew to race. The sky goes by, the songs get shuffled, we watch and we mitigate. Perched behind the circumstances, caught by the read of the room, the rhythm right on top before we knew what hit. The day smudged by the read of the ritual, smoke towards the portents, flies...
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