the moon moved out on Monday. the skywise stroked their beards, and shook their heads. that sky bled its blues on Tuesday, and the grey behind them traded doubt for dread. the wind went wild on Wednesday, and the water wandered after.…
let it snow us in today (my love), snow us in our thoughts, a whiteout rift of blank[et]ing drifts to change our [th]is to what we [s]ought. let’s go out into it, try to intuit its ins and outs; let’s be snown-on,…
what makes it hard to catch is how they time their trips to the tree; they choose the most October night, whatever the month may be. it’s the one with lazy hazes, with a moon half-hidden and high, with winds unsteadily whispering…
it’s been said they deal in arms, or drugs, or pelts of silver foxes. this is false. they simply, sometimes, build the boxes. some think they are lawyers, or a corporation—sinister, and soulless, and spidered through the network of known nations. this…
three brothers we are, of one root born, known near the whole world ’round; we’re never from each other torn, yet never together found. · in my range twin mountains tower, and two hills stand beside. hold me tight and i’ll lend…
he’s chosen a hotel next to a ‘works, again, i notice. i enter, ring the bell at the desk of the Laughing Lotus. the proprietor blanches when i show my badge, and takes me to the suite without a word. he glances…
there’s a woman with a chip in her shoulder; her name is Galatea, and she rebuts all the advances all the men around her make. there’s a man with time on his hands—his kind are the reason most who come to these…