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Liquid Epistle
Let us swim underwater, letting water be the medium through which we divine the swimmid kiss of our breath-held skins, aqueous and ultra-sensate. Let the skein of water, swelling, enreeling, lure each into the other’s dream, from whence we fish emerge to devour one the…
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Salad Days for the Dead, 1516 Anno Domini
Hieronymus Bosch had overslept. Proud as a goat on a badminton court, scratching and stretching, straining for equanimity between sleep and waking delight, he knew he was late for his appointment but did not care. Finding his tin can with string - a gift from…
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A Response to Postmodernism
At some point in the twentieth century, largely due to historical forces and the novelty-propelled trajectory of modernism to its logical ends, the concept of meaning was discarded as meaningless. In the face of worldwide bloodshed on a previously unimaginable scale and the coming of…
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1 commentOn Being of Two Minds
As soon as ink embraces paper, our words become obsolete - archaic idioms of former moments. First, An Exercise: Fashion a stylus from bone or tree root; run a bath. Once in the bath, take your stylus and begin to etch your thoughts on the…
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Vibrations: Towards a Musical Theory of Human Interaction?
Consciousness is the inaudible timbre of body. All bodies being unique, so are the individual manifestations of consciousness. This is why the same pitch, sounded by different individuals - though the difference may be subtle - is variably perceived in the experiences of others. When…
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slow equatorial (a theology)
In the cool of a twilit forest, remembered shadows spread (slow ink through cotton quiet) across the abandoned mill-race in which I bathed my abraded body. I looked around and sighed, shivering with worn out joy (and wondered how it was the body, alive, decays…
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cause us belly
Fluid-damp soldier - supine in sand, steaming in a morning haze, dazed and fearing death, or other syndromes - could not sense the casual gazes of popcorn-popping, civilian spectators - remotely many clicks away - who felt but feared to think, ain’t it sweet, and…
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frost windows
In morning’s first microsecond, light imploded, diffused - two actions, antithetical, occurred (simultaneous) in the same Nagasaki. Things didn’t fall apart, they flew… Stomach weather, mercury silver… the body complained, shifting ochre. Aqueduct arteries sluiced creamy blood. I was light and dark, such terror… Somniloquent…
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ex-counterintelligence agent
I enjoy coming across the scent of what has been close to my body, like an old, unclean t-shirt or the weak laughter of a sick, solitary man drinking warm peach brandy at a piano in a deserted parking lot some late autumn evening, signifying…
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porcelain torso
This is a song about rage cut short by the incessant need of the meter reader. This is the snapped silence of bloodflow in an obscured heart with metronome. This is our road trip to Rat Trap, when we tried to capture an electrical storm…
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eulogia at abendmahl
The only sane person in the room, you spat upon the holy bread, abandoning the work of the sun and its agents. With our appetizer out of the way, the waiter offered to take our order. “A Thinking Hospital for me, and the Lord will…
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the gatherer, hunted
Waking, I rise from my earthen bed, my dayskin sloughing the dirt of sleep. Grass blades tremble, and I sense you in the hedgerows, returning from your circlings, and I have you in mind, in the hard light of out-there’s bareness, your blunt teeth glinting,…
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the hunter, gathered
As you take me in hand, the melon fire of your touch sublimes my mind to black sugar. Your bespittled palm slides up the underside, swelling me like fruit after fallen rain. I am ready to fall, bursting to be gathered in by you -…
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the god-trappers
An aura of omens encircled our bodies in the shimmering seconds of satisfied collapse. Thoughts wreathed our tongues like boas constricting us with mouthfuls of decorative down. Handsome peacocks gave out death-skrieks in a vespertine stillness of baptismal night, and we agreed that beauty is…
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strange attractors
When a jade maiden and I go strolling through springtimes of quantum relationship, we may be ambushed, unsuspectingly, by kinetic enormities of life which ravage us in assimilation: a wonder-continuous renewal of how we reconceive one another in the covalence of togetherness. This consuming fire…
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encouched
You with a black bowl, me with one white, we ate old chili in silence. Cats crashed around room’s edge like intrusive stage hands. Metal against stoneware clinked as the sink steadily dripped and the furnace roared numbly beneath cold floorboards. A train lowed in…
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