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Echo & Her Luna Moth: Inner Dark →
spinyourownsoul: We move across the seascape and I am well below freezing. There are medusa-worms, or coral-fish, forgotten biomechanics that make less sense but my heart makes the same and all are equal and ruthless. But there is weightlessness here. And depth and chills that shock the deadened…
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the truth: What happens if you fall in love with a... →
karenfelloutofbedagain: Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex…
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Failed Ascent
I thought, Who needs a heart when you have opposable thumbs? But, anyway, all the doors between my ribs swung open.  Strange, when there were none.  (A small mind cannot conceive of a door so large it shows no frame) And so all the doors opened up to myself – colors mutable with an oil slick’s unreliability like that time I forgot about the doors entirely and kept his hand firm on the...
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“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be...”
– Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (via bookmania)
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Lament II
O, mouthless ocean. I think myself scarce  by contrast. This minor body! What would I give to touch, taste, so much at one time? Briny throat, taste buds to lap at the skin of each baleen whale, snow crab, each phytoplankton’s easy sea-sky bloom, and all the orbed, skele-spiked sea urchins clinging wave-slapped rock faces. You tongue wrinkling flesh, each person too long in salt water, too long in...
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The New French Hacker-Artist Underground →
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uutpoetry: “Whatever/ Is unsure is possible, and life is bigger/ Than flesh. Beyond reach of thought/ Let imagination figure/ Your hope” -Wendell Berry (via @TheOpenField)
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