when we think of what was quartered in the world before the net, we find season and substance and compass direction–and yet not even earth, as stony as can be, is senselesset; deep below it blends to fire, and its flexions, eons-drawn,…
he counts the curves on a cloud near the sun, the only one in a close-to-clear sky; then he curtains that window of clarity closed, finds and follows the flight of a fly against the gloom of his shuttered room. he fumbles…
many start at sneer and move through smirk to skept to slow-and-subtle nod. where they differ’s in their top; some go all the way to said while slept, others stop at merely swear to god. a tryst is rarely trusted, but in…
it’s somewhat like being seasick, except that you are the sea. it’s a little like reading the rings in a redwood, then chipping and burning the tree. it’s not much akin to rewinding, except perhaps from the perspective of the tape. it’s…
Salvonne sat spinning gold to straw. she paused every few bushels, touched a bruise along her jaw. her mutter sounded like a badger bristling. sudden she stopped, tilted her head–someone near was whistling. he came fumbling in a burst of clumsy color…
again i thought i saw you there. i wondered when you’d cut your hair. i thought, no, it isn’t her, you’re seeing things all wrong. but she glanced like you’ve lanced and they were playing your songs as i craned to the…
petals peel away and fall to ground. from close enough, from small, they make a sound as they floatumble through air, come to rest on grass and soil and root. the first and second reserve the rhythm, and in their beat the…