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Creative acts

Last Little Fascination

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Hot sun and oh, a band of round rubber! There on the ground, stretching I, down and I can reach it. Another rubber band for me. This hot day would’ve broken it. The edges, on days like this, get cracks if they’ve ever been rained on. And then it will stop being elastic. When I stretch it, it won’t snap back to its oval—it will stay and then break apart. I won’t stretch … Continue →

The Pear Bell

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The creek’s water stopped flowing arcing to reach outside its bed and up against the pear tree, Ringing the pears where bells lacked place. The tree vibrated and convulsed, its fruit chiming like the touch of ice to ice and clanging as brass to brass, and the noise gushed to the ground, flooding the lands around, twinkling a sweet chaos of pear bell rivulets … Continue →

Politician’s Lament

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I got something the other day. After a glass of x knows what and four men had to haul the logs out of the corner, we all might say we got something— But really, it was I, I got it. It started when the king fell over. “No way to play chess” I said, referring mostly to myself. But I hadn’t pushed him and indeed not a single other game had finished, so … Continue →

Interpersonal Telescopic

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Starting off in the distance, where the gelatinous ocean rose in spots and dipped in others, waves rolled. Each following another as it finally dispersed itself into the fine sandy shore. One wave followed another but each grew again in the same place. It was impossible to follow one and not feel it also somehow slipped back to where it started–rolling like stripes on … Continue →

Type Write

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Ever thought about a typewriter? The kind of thinking where you separate it all out, making it type writer. Then go on with type, just on its own. Type, type is what you see right here, in front of you. It’s a type of type too. Times, probably. Times type. What type of thinking is that? The type you think all the time. The type that differentiates. Two verbs go with it. … Continue →

Fourteen Things to Do with a Drunken Slipper

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1) Knock (together) on the side of a fishtank–they won’t mind, even at 2 AM 2) Puddles, immersive treatments to all the world’s puddles 3) Treat it to a bedtime story 4) Show the crook of your shoulder to a good friend and the slipper; then they’ll have something in common 5) Lie down outside someone else’s disco and watch the stars 6) Buy it a habanero pepper, … Continue →

Donned in Details

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He went around the side of the house and climbed over a broken fence. Climbing it was easy, the fence gave way, giving him way, and soon he’d stepped through enough waist-deep shrubs and weeds to gather their briars, hooks, and brown hitch-hiking bits from his pants for a bouquet of prickly plumes, which he tossed to the overgrown field. He set his bag on the ground, … Continue →

Meditation, Passage Climbing a Good Hour

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On the night before, I slept very little to ensure I’d sleep the next night. That next night held a flight–an entire night mixed up with invisible hands batting our poor vessel about the sky. Piano sound carries itself winking uponaround three flights of interwoven logs: Trees petrified in preservation of paint and stoic service. It floats into … Continue →