On/Off/1,0,0,1

  • Posted on 26th February 2016,
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On/Off/1,0,0,1

Our smiles are flashes of barbed wire. Our scrappy wills flex boneyard muscles. But still, we are not strong or charming enough to make it happen. Angry and impatient, we slap eviction notices on the domicile of Impurity. Out carbon goes, penniless.… Read More

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Topsy-Turvy Creatures

  • Posted on 25th February 2016,
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Sometimes your evening falls down the stairway. It is a stone stairway so the following morning is a sad mess of eggshell shrapnel. This situation births a careful afternoon of reserved dancing, of passing time in very calculated sips. But this formal cavalcade soon loses itself, its edges growing fuzzy, its center whirling out of place.… Read More

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Cellular Family Portrait

  • Posted on 18th February 2016,
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Cellular Family Portrait

Do our cells take family portraits? Yes. Do they comb their cilia out into gelatinous manes? They do. The photographs go up on cellular walls. When are the shots taken? Whenever there is a flash, a burst of white. When do these opportune moments come?… Read More

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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.

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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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Face

  • 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.

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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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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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