Death Talk at Moonsugar Gate

  • Posted on 11th February 2016,
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Zebulun’s comet flashes like a derailed pendulum. A hot stone mad with joules.


The vast temple in the void. A slow tomb full of elegant regret. The portal is always open, is always closed. The whistle of space being compressed. We believe danger dances most truthfully when death closes its eyes before throwing the dart.… Read More

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  • Posted on 28th January 2016,
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Faces whirling like tornadoes, peeling themselves away from our wills, free to go off dancing on their own.

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Tasting Radish Venom

  • Posted on 26th January 2016,
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You witnessed their gathering perched in a distant tree. Fear and joy commingled in the pit of your stomach like the communion of honey-silk and radish-venom.



A strange pollen drifted outward from that circle of beings. It floated in a heavy, sagging stream toward your perch.Your head grew dizzy as the electrochemistry of your body surged and flared; the pH of your fervent skin climbed to dash the hopes of opportunistic microbes.… Read More

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Aliens Don’t Always Wear Hats

  • Posted on 14th December 2015,
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Hatless. Two antennae poking from a gaseous head. A body of spent molecules. This being moves like a dead flower. ‘Come a little closer,’ the alien says in its voice of shattering ivory pipes.


You take a couple steps toward the voice.… Read More

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Going Extinct Tickles

  • Posted on 5th December 2015,
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After reading this Barthes line, my imagination went nuts, splashing his words with watercolor and building the following scene:

‘Rescind yourself,’ life mandates in its soothing, raspy voice.
‘No,’ you respond, firmly.

The bottom of your feet start to tickle. You feel extinction’s eraser working softly.… Read More

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Apex Predators of the Metaphysical Food Chain

  • Posted on 15th June 2015,
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Bend an ear while I spin you some yarn, of a plumed migration.
mA migration akin to the battalions of ten-thousand buffalo in ways of raw clout, but one far more sinuous in spirit. This migrating parade of a trillion feathers is a cunning streak of dashing hue.… Read More

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