Softness

  • Posted on 7th July 2016,
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The edges of being something are very soft, and that is a comfort you can feel for in the dark when living here, at this time, with this batch of humans, seems sharp and the lines are rigid and have no holes for peeking through.… Read More

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A Bright Tapestry in the Wicked Depths

  • Posted on 27th March 2016,
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A Bright Tapestry in the Wicked Depths

Down there, pressure is a bombastic creator. This deep black well is lit with the spray of biophotons. Your periphery is a dim void out of which anything can spring. Snakes of coal, who tempt with spheres of light. Unnatural bodies wrapped around bent spines.… Read More

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Bienvenidos a Purgatorio

  • Posted on 25th March 2016,
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Bienvenidos a Purgatorio

Each being hugging a flotation device, clutching at molecular clouds, symbolic and buoyant. Rising. Falling. Tasting death in the erratic blood, muscles eating red fast as light.… Read More

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Are You Ripe?

  • Posted on 15th March 2016,
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Are You Ripe?

‘I will bury myself in my own imagination and let myself rot, eaten by all the thoughts I once ate. Until only an almost-nothing remains, an infra-thing that whispers between words and speaks to You!’
-L’aura di CristalloRead More

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Fertile Restlessness

  • Posted on 4th March 2016,
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Fertile Restlessness

We watch angels sneak away to snort particles of light. We see their faces brighten into pure volcanoes. We see their wings move like hummingbird whisks as they furtively resume their mandated orbits. For angels can only shirk circumnavigation of the divine for the briefest snap.… Read More

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Black Butter

  • Posted on 3rd March 2016,
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Black Butter

Morpheus hovers in the black bog sky. Everything has been crisped by otherworldly lightning. Starry buffalo churn the black-butter clouds. Morpheus’ sooty will works itself outward from spindly fingertips. The door vibrates. Disembodied faces bathe their words in tar. The saddle we put on our day comes off like a loose swimsuit in this bizarre Dalinian night.… 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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