After

She pulled the rabbitfrom its burrow and cutits throat and let it bleedover the untouched snowthe poor thing must havetried to just escape fromfor the season. There was no reason otherthan the hunger that she feltwhile looking through her cabinwindow at the falling snowthat stretched far out for milesover everything there was. While she cooked […]

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Anywhere

It all looks different nowabove the ground where everythingis sunny and the loading docks,where trucks connecttheir trailers to the buildings,become the scenery throughwhich the whole world walks.With every talk there is more truththat comes to light over the lipsshe moves like she is summoning my soul.Where all the halfway pointsconnect to finally form the wholeway […]

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Over

She is sleeping with her faceagainst the window that is over icedand the bus is barely staying on the road.Other people all are talking in the cultureof what they hold against their earsanother course to route the powerover all the gears that disappear alone.A single stone is thrown and breaksthe storefront glass that everyonewill pass […]

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Branch

Another normal day where wetally up the numbers of what we gave away,but I can’t stay and watch.The past won’t stay out of my dreamslike it is ink bleeding through the page,and all the words there are disfiguredlike the bodies being burned in crematoriumswho never list their addresses.She takes the curtains down so everyonecan see […]

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Midst

Remember when you thoughtthis was forever? She asked himas they pulled onto the highwayand the whole sky up above themlooked like something ran a knifestraight through the clouds.He had his doubts that they would make itbut as the list of things that saved themkept increasing there was no wayto deny that they were lucky.All the […]

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Foster

What’s the point of imagining anythingwhen it’s all laid out in front of us on demand?Even Tolkien has been replicated to infinity. How many more space operas do we needbefore we perfect the Lucas format,and enjoy that like it finally deserves? So many channels full of commercialslaced with every minor detail that ensuresyou will feel […]

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Middle

Washed up like broken bottle pieceson a beach where no one visitsbecause the sunlight there is like a starefrom someone you have always disappointed.Rusted fences and tucked away peoplepaid almost nothing to be left alonebut not forgotten by the board roomspulling strings with all the ringslaced over fingertips.They go to bars where all the girlsare […]

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