“listen,” Mutt says, “listen.” her eyes glisten, and don’t find focus. it’s the stundra–it makes her watery, loosens the logicollective locus. what’s connective in her hunkered headbound herding doesn’t weave a well-formed wording–the greys are losing sangfroid. the largest one slaps her;…
“branding: it means burning into the skin–say, surface; say, sensitive supple strata; say again, skin, and be clearest–burning into this makes a known of what’s [sh]own to nears-enough-to-see, which for wielders is nearest, and–be honest now–dearest. honest as hornets in the nest,…
the tablets of my tribesmen taught me: truth is buried deep, and shallow is the shoveler who lays down to wail and weep when his digging into destin[ed]a[c]tion strikes a stubborn stone; the bold barehearted know that even boulders break before their…
we–i won’t forget–were walking waist-deep in wild grass. “this is what i get,” i was complaining, “for coming with you, cutting class.” (before this day i thought all fields were filled with ticks.) when i caught up to where she crouched, she…
time is red; now’s trap, ever of “a is, or b”, made man level redder’s tenet–not toc nor tic. Eris eddied under it, lit, ’til tired, nude, i’d desire citron cotton, tenet’s redder level, named ambrosia for eve part’s wonders i emit.
sea–a watery body, a span of waves and storms. lion–a mane[lan]d monarch, sta[l]king out the spots the sunlight warms. what chimericonjuration of a creature could this be? could some such solar swimmer make savannah of the salted sea? salt! must be the…
we were standing in the sky, and she was singing. i’d expected it be cold, but felt no chill. my ears were ringing. on earth, her voice was shrill, but here her tones were tempered by the air, its thinness, its restless…