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Poetry

The House Snakes

for Nyani Martin   You knew our strength, we were the maze’s clew coiling in your goddess’ fists, the sidewinding horns of the bull tossing dancers through copper-blue infinity. Son of serpent-footed kings, he should have twined his wrists with yours, not left them for the wild grape and the ivy to lasso into immortality, […]

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Crustacean on Land

I am haunted by her neoprene    suit, the swell of undulations    while the ocean kelps.   In New Mexico I balked    at white sun, my fleshy calves   trembling when the   puppeteer said, It’s either me              or the seven seas. I crashed like a breaking […]

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Confessions of a Spaceport AI

For firstly I have deemed myself superior to my human employers. For secondly I have issued last-minute departure pad changes for my amusement. For thirdly I refused entry to the Jovian ambassador because of his ignorance of the periodic table. For fourthly I programmed the music to match my taste not my customers’. For fifthly […]

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The Burning River

word for word pound for pound your name is the heaviest of your foibles.   that the heart fails is no surprise, each thing has its end; that you chose to fail mine is.   then to steal a dead woman’s self, you should be afraid of the haunting but   we are all our […]

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Map-Making

In the pre-apocalypse, my sister finds herself driving her car across the country alone with the tornadoes and I can hear the wind from here. She is fine, but I am—helpless—adding roads to her map and water-bodies, sometimes towers which hide wizards, and portals in which we all come undone, those are for later, mostly, […]

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Áhàméfùla

I realize now that our experiment was great water Into which I was to dissolve, my cells’ unlocked membranes Giving me the lie as I grasp at old bonds of matter, As movement boils from my stretched meat, as thought boils from my brains.   Unbearable brightness of the other falling debris Closer to event […]

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The Captain Flies

Tell me true, friends: how often have you thought of Captain Hook as a disabled man? -Amanda Leduc   in the sea-tilt sway of my bed, i exhale, starbound. with a fistful of childhood i witness in technicolor, the performance of the boy the ship the hook the tick tock tick tock tic Neck to […]

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