you’ll find no imperative here.
sea–a watery body, a span of waves and storms. lion–a mane[lan]d monarch, sta[l]king out the spots the sunlight warms. what chimericonjuration of a creature could this be? could some such solar swimmer make savannah of the salted sea? salt! must be the…
when we think of what was quartered in the world before the net, we find season and substance and compass direction–and yet not even earth, as stony as can be, is senselesset; deep below it blends to fire, and its flexions, eons-drawn,…
many start at sneer and move through smirk to skept to slow-and-subtle nod. where they differ’s in their top; some go all the way to said while slept, others stop at merely swear to god. a tryst is rarely trusted, but in…
it’s somewhat like being seasick, except that you are the sea. it’s a little like reading the rings in a redwood, then chipping and burning the tree. it’s not much akin to rewinding, except perhaps from the perspective of the tape. it’s…
the moon moved out on Monday. the skywise stroked their beards, and shook their heads. that sky bled its blues on Tuesday, and the grey behind them traded doubt for dread. the wind went wild on Wednesday, and the water wandered after.…
what makes it hard to catch is how they time their trips to the tree; they choose the most October night, whatever the month may be. it’s the one with lazy hazes, with a moon half-hidden and high, with winds unsteadily whispering…
it’s been said they deal in arms, or drugs, or pelts of silver foxes. this is false. they simply, sometimes, build the boxes. some think they are lawyers, or a corporation—sinister, and soulless, and spidered through the network of known nations. this…