There’s no tree that can’t catch on fire, especially when we’re talking about using aerosol cans and firewood to ignite dry branches. We actually did that at summer camp – fifty 16-year-olds unsupervised! Can you imagine? We actually did that! Caught trees on fire! In a California drought! Can you
On fragile mattresses, a third of the world’s skulls hallucinate. Eyes, isotopic pools where hours sink to multiply years. Curious leeches watch us erupt in suspended dawn, the sun deep-fried in saturated fog. Waxing oscine beaks flutter across pale curtains wailing to recover extinct bird- song. As
i would liken her to a swan the way she dips her neck low towards me hisses territorially in the same instant i’m both glowed awestruck at her appearance in my mirror i would liken her to swan i say “liken” because that’s not really her is it? she’s fragile
A little after midnight, my head lifts off the pillow to the sound of static. A screen crackles. A siren issues a warning. Something is breaking, like an insect cracking through amber and crawling up through the millennia. This is a test of your consciousness. At dawn, I awaken to
Slipshod tread, plop – into a ready-made grave. Bethany’s tracks were followed into the thicket, cynosure at its finest. It takes a perfect creep to pull off this kind of abduction. Larvae and forest swathe her from head to toe, wrists and ankles broken – necrosis, vulned
the world is always more full of women than full of men, I know the idea of more women always sounds more exciting than the idea of more men, I don’t know how it happened, that the unbearable lightness of being is really the unbearable weight of feeling, we say
almost (adv) after Amy Wolstenholme A friend says the most essential words in our gut are never truly accessed, like the words in a dictionary, amidst which we search often for flabbergasted (verb) or bamboozled (verb), but never almost (adv): we almost always miss it by an
The alarm on my watch jolts me awake. The window blinds are programmed to open to when alarm is set to go off, and as such, soft light fills the room. I get up with a groan and rub the sleep from my eyes. The infotainment screen descends from the
Theorem as it was as bale and bale across a dew singed plain settled in silence and so side and side they went in pair to search for conjectures of breadth–only to split at angle’s base like raised arms in plea to close their eyes and feel their ankles traced
When you’re dehydrated You’re facing absolution, You’re subtracting from Yourself. You can Add, if you pay attention. The world is a set up Distraction, illusion From the whole point Of hydration. Is the body its own security, Own cell and guard? One time, a whole lot Go against a whole
