Careful now
A trusting soul is long in the learningof candor’s proper place. For betrayals rankle still,confounding the hardened heart,Their memory an accretionto its jealous husk.
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AreMyFeetOffTheGround
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
The church of research
May I do this with your arm, you said. Not ~Can I~, but ~May I~. And then, with your hands, you pressed down hard into the years, prying up stones that were cold and complacent. The roots of moles and strawberries. And “What?”, I thought. What are you looking for? This hurts, yes.
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The curve and camber of lofted windowlight. An epithet for the sun.
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Embowered in dappledark the mushroom kin shake out their seasonings in a randy rain of spores A fallen pollen for the dusky earth Shaded with umbrellas of gills
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The wan sun on Athabasca.Her dress of snapdragon lace. A dwindling down to frost, this night.An unexpected need for gloves. Keep moving, I must.
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