Combo Knowledge

The silhouette of a boxer with blue gloves dances left and right around the attempted body shots of another. They are so fast the wind coming off of their movements can be heard from several rows back. No one in the room has a face under the dim lights. They are bright enough only to […]

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Privacy

Dust from between the gravel on the road spirals upward toward the cloudless sky. Nomadic salesmen park on the shoulder for a while and read the thick books they brought with them to pass the time. Old cats who have hunted in those parts for years use the combs on their tongues to remove dried […]

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Friction

Not thinking while standing too close to the edge of our apartment’s roof helps us get control of the friction between the past and our brains. There is a model train that runs in circles around the house of the girl who lent us a few seeds one time when we wanted to try and […]

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Closing

Holding brooms by the bottom of their handles, the store clerks tried to sweep the pigeon back out the doors of the grocery store. They were eventually successful, and celebrated by stuffing all the items that had been contaminated into a trash can with wheels like an office chair. They used a liquid the same […]

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Trend Sparked By A Mundane View

There’s nothing to see outside except the lights below the billboard, but they made it easier to read the text praising the efforts of a local rocking chair craftsman. Old fashion markets must need old fashion marketing; in the same way that most computers made in the early nineties required the memory on square disks. […]

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Parallel

The parallel fences are made of large bones and sculpted to look like the double helices in our blood. The scarecrows wait around all day and are suspended by a system of ropes and mechanisms much more sophisticated than the normal style in the echo of crucifixion. She sits on a hill overlooking this and […]

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Collective

Spent rolls of duct tape are thrown into the bonfire to keep it going a while longer. Her hands are hiding in the sleeves of her jacket between moments of poking the embers and taking drags from the pipe being passed around by everyone. She rejected most of the legends about the land they walked […]

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