Crest

The start is far behind us now and there is nothing to divide us from our days and nights where all the white wolves in the valley stop and stare up at the now neglected moon. Tangled vines like veins behind an eye are in the sky and they are moving like the varied crooked […]

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Awaited

New shoes on the side of the road, but you could tell because the color wasn’t faded. We make rules for each other to compliment the weakness all so apparent from proximity and every single sense we have between us. The lights turn on in the city when she sees the distant sky begin to […]

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Lessons

I wait in the lobby of a music store torn down for the sake of the city only five years later. The old woman behind the counter has a smear of ointment over something on her forehead. I cannot hear the practice going on down in the chamber where my teacher takes her time explaining […]

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Framework

I hope you get it all right and find a way around these sorry people who believe that every day is meant to make the most of what is forced on you for the inclusion in a club that’s broken anyway. No amount of landlines shaped like anything but phones can now atone for all […]

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Birthright

I watch time lapses of water carving out rock formations over several decades, and when they’re over I will switch to simple towers being built for several months. I hold the gun she gave me up to the light and get a feeling for the sights then give it back and tell her it is […]

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Practical Construction

He went to her house one day just a few weeks after they had met as plus ones on opposite halves of a reception. She was making taffy in the kitchen and all the scattered cookware and ingredients were like chaotic towers of messes left for later. He asked her why she bothered with all […]

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Still

My eyes flicker when I close them and I think its because this world has got me reading in the dark with just the bright screen in my hand, the one and only spark of something we believe in. I watch the morning birds on the lower fence and stretch my neck along with them […]

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