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The future is a truck barrelling down a snowy road. We follow its vague shape through the speeding cloud, never gaining, unable to pass. One way to see clearer is to pull over, stop chasing, talk to the ravens, the … Continue reading
Twilight, walking Britz’s field, snowflakes like ashes of a colder fire, like confetti of the world gone mad. Pines on the flat east sky scraped thick with a palette knife, green blacker than green. Fingers cold as blood shunts to … Continue reading
One way is on my stomach, knees bent so my ankles cup the curved top of the arm rest just so, like we were made for each other, with enough room at the top of the pillow for the big … Continue reading
Heat rising from the roots to the flaming red crown. Embers stinging the skin of deep, cool waters. My head on your breast, counting the beats of your syncopated heart.