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Dispatch from Sol 179, P3, NW Quadrant: Solar collectors still falling from cellulose life forms perhaps due to decreased photoperiodicity (intensity and duration) caused by planetary axial misalignment earlier reported by survey team. Computer simulations predict a period of decreased … Continue reading
she specializes in constructions using egg shells old coins and bits of string and wire he writes poems in pencil and shifts from free verse to rhyme without reason they live on other planets a million miles away and gossip … Continue reading
We are poets our fingers are verses of a double cinquain separated by the spaces between fingertips nearly touching through the foggy window pane.
One little star plunging from the sky, too tired to hang so high, diving toward inky waters. It must be hard to leave your constellation behind, but oh so tempting to fall into the mirrored sky upon the perfect black surface … Continue reading
Today’s Specials at Liminga Cafe Twice Burned You and I are parentheses New Year’s Day 2010 We have communed here, Gentle Reader, for nigh on three years, and in that meeting in the hazy light of words, I could fairly … Continue reading
You’re sitting on that musty couch in a rental cabin named Tom Thumb (which is what you call the landlord who also owns the Dairy Queen in Rhody, Oregon, west of Mt. Hood during a winter so wet that mold … Continue reading