This flashing back and forth from lived experience to its abstracted digital shape is one of the characteristic rhythms of contemporary consciousness.
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the lights are on when they fell from the sea other days open doors / the clarity of leaves
The function of violence-embodied, depicted, symbolized-will depend on the poem.
The best work occurred when engineers and artists were allowed to pursue their specialties rather than work poorly in between them.
dusk comes loud with everyone singing dissonance is the truth about harmony or something
Life's white machine has been replaced by one in technicolor.
This place is full of those spores.
And yet the title suggests she is doxxing herself, just not "like that."
The largest mining accident known to man. Carbon monoxide in a hole. Cup it with your hands
The effort is longstanding, and we toil together.
Their emotional lives are snow globes, these women, perpetually watching the dust settle.
None of them had wallets or cell-phones or any ID. Just Viking stuff.
All forewords are, in part, efforts to sell, rather than illuminate.
He slung a discarded western saddle over his left shoulder, strong and sculpted, suspending a billow of dust over our path to an open air dining hall.
But what they do demand, as Hero does of Ivy, is "someplace where every time we turn around we don't see that damn machine staring at us."
The knock had happened on one of those other days, where the date reigned over its little space on the calendar's grid, no appointments, no holiday, a day that had entered with morning and frayed into dusk but that still bore its numeral in case anyone came back to fill it with something in retrospect.