In memory of a town whose struggle is only beginning. And not only a townMore
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Homeward Boundless
a planet is a planet is a planetMore
The Manner of the Yolk
…the yolk would spin and turn shapes and altered colors…More
her stillness made me heave
Every being demands attention, and every being is a vortexMore
I do not know
The breakdown of my clevernessMore
Careful–or not
Careful–or not. You don’t be careful, you’re going to wind up dead. Every time Grandma spoke to me like that, I tried to show her that I still cared about my life and that I was not reckless. But she was right, I would end up dead…in fact, I did end up dead; that’s how…More
Enough, or, Let Them Be
The author of the world put down his pen and said Enough! I have had enough of this, since it goes on ever in the same way. Just a little change, the tiniest change, would do some good, it would do a world of good! So he got out his tool kit and contemplated to…More
the forever of unsure
It was impossible to be precise about itNo one felt anything definiteThere wasn’t any announcement about the thingWhen it happenedWe understood nothing of what had happenedTo us. We would have been afraid to sayAnything about it but the fearWas unpronounced, a vague stirringInstead we watched the earth shakeThe sky change into colorsUnimagined until now, now…More
Now we live in a world where hope is gone
…a hope that is…is no hope at all….More
There was nothing left of the world
Only the dreadful was left.More
From the Vault of Dust
Dust, dust everywhere, and its movements entire worlds and shapeless defining and redefinition of worlds. Every speck of things a brilliant possibility, even the dust swept aside and beneath things beckoning to unheard of possibilities.More
When the madman finally made it home
Sometimes we mistake a shadow for what is alive. Sometimes we mistake the living for a shadow.More
Nevertheless
Nevertheless I have the confidence that life can continue through muck, shit, and what is neither muck nor shit but is instead a recalcitrant stopping-point, a point at which, even if you would not wish to stop, even if you would not dare stop here, you must stop.Nevertheless the company is something fulfilling, the company…More
Sick
I am sick. I hope you are, too.More
The Forever of Joy
Sorrow tells us what we want to hear, that the world is small and shall become smaller, that it will shrink even more than it is shrunken now, fold into innumerable wrinkles like a compressed apricot pit, compressed to the size of a mustard grain. We want to hear it because sadness makes the world…More