and did some reading as I set the post to press. Why publish anything in a world where words are only one more currency of violence, power, and control? This new camera’s a little strange. I don’t appreciate the cracker-barrel spectacle but maybe the reader will, a morsel more easily digestible as you gaze voyeur […]
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His feet slipped like silk into the slightly worn oxfords with the cap toe and he tied them up with his mind untying the knot in his mind around her.
Her shoulders glowed in a spectral portrait through the door frame, the morning light enervating the fringe of her pinned up hair around the edges of her apparition.
Life persists in the cracks. The steel and glass shuttled across the assembly lines in the factory below us. I walked across the green roof, the wild spread out under a glass dome. The sound of lasso in every leaf, sputtering under every drip from the diaphanous bubble. Where the starlight flickered it chimed against
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He looked, neck twisted at the bottom of the stairwell, through the hallway to the table where she stared into the sun through the bay window in the kitchen.