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since when
since when since when does lightning attempt to make a reservation online? that seems counter intuitive and likely to fry circuits and all other sorts of unpleasant things. are my fingers insulated with polyethylene or am i missing something here? … Continue reading
Four Methods of Crisis Management
Four Methods of Crisis Management I. Hold your face even with a fountain and the shock of water corrects itself against your chin. Rain would be simpler; its drops fall in electable soundbites. II. Stop at every rest area the … Continue reading
stephen as a lady
–Author’s Note: Many years ago, I wrote a poem of the same title that got lost to the world. This is an attempt at a new version. It’s inspired by the poem “The Heart” by Stephen Crane (which is a … Continue reading
elk
elk the moon is a faded lingering imprint of chalk in the evening sky and the elk are bordered by the stamp of pines at the far edge of the clearing and the shoulder of the highway a hundred … Continue reading
statement
statement the sun is a bright bullet fired into the sky and if you listen closely, you can hear the echo in the chamber from which it departed.
gibson and celia are in love
–Author’s note: Another new one in its 3rd draft currently. Sort of a companion piece to “boys and girls in the night” but these two characters have intersected before in other places. gibson and celia are in love gibson and … Continue reading
delivery (or, there is no endpoint on the globe of our hearts)
delivery (or, there is no endpoint on the globe of our hearts) I. when the fog changed its narrative, the dolphins breached. foam curled like commas from their beaks and midday strings of sunlight molded into the pottery of evening. … Continue reading
Vine
–A new piece that has been evolved over a few drafts in the past week. vine may this vine green itself upon the ventricles of your lungs. may this vine twixt itself within the whisper of your hair. may this … Continue reading
Tidal Waves Don't Beg Forgiveness 