The Grim Reaper Has A Night Off

The Grim Reaper sits in a tire swing hung from the branch of a huge old maple set back thirty feet from the sidewalk; his scythe abandoned casually on the ground near a rose bush growing around the trunk of the tree.   Lazily swinging back and forth, he’s humming softly to himself, the tips…

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Pylons of hay prop up the sky.   A tower of straw as a model for structure,              and deep in its shadow the very hands that made this image of field permanent reduce the field with a word,              and the stars collapse.   It seems we’re forever: mining the soil for what it means…

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How to Steal a Storm

In the beginning the air was cold and sweet like a backwards mausoleum. Cameron said this was the kind of sky you could drink, and then the wind picked up soft-armed and rolling. Listen: the rain rhythmic bent and streaming. The rain forming a film. I talked about half-truths and we couldn’t count how many…

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Dylan Fisher

Nuwara Eliya We almost ask each other questions. Is there a curfew? At what time? Do we need to run? Do we want to? How many dogs make up a pack? How many smoking men make up a crowd? Is the pack dangerous? Sinister? Broken? Sad? What about the crowd? Why do the smoking men…

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Disbelief

His memory was a mortuary for the time capsuled thoughts that recessed – to erase the condescension that presided over the torment, that buried beneath the sulfured insubordination. Their sardonic disposition grinned as they froze like winters remorse, while their malevolence anointed fiction and constructed the masquerade of fabrics built within his presence. Their thoughts…

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The Best Charlatan Art In Every Society

Bad reviews and criticism at every turn But it catches on, and it’s repeated Because it’s good, and it creates desire.   And we never noticed our congeniality Answering what we looked up to Along with any semblance of uniqueness.   Nurturing our urges, inspiring our dreams, No, it’s not original, should it matter Now…

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