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What You Lost in the Wildermere
Things vanish in the Wildermere. The usual, expected things—livestock, the occasional person—but also the less conventional. The less tangible. You walk to the border between this world and that, stand in the tangled underbrush, and peer between the gap in the ancient redwood trees. And something is snatched away, leaving only the faintest shadow of […]
during the three-year rain / Saturn birtheda beautiful new ring that some dubbed the greatestmishandling of galactic expectation awed by dauntless Saturn / my loverand i settled into our waterproofcasings to apprenticeourselves to the solar systemand learn:how sad to be flunginto your own outer spacehow dry you can become without tearshow cold to forget the […]
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Dear Monster Huntress
I know you come around here often,so why don’t you measure the salt of my tears?(I have etched your name on every drop.)The slime of me craves the sweat of you.My tentacles long to riddle your ship with holesjust like your eyes speared all my heartsclean through their exoskeleton shield.I want you in the depths […]
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Elegy from the Blue
with a line borrowed from Ojo Taiye i what will you sing if hunger abides in your blood?ash pours back into the waters, this is the beginningof grief. the body is part-salt, part-coal, part-grain, andit sits at the heart of the water. there is an animalfor everything created by nature, and the hyena is the […]
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Bank of Emergency
Every day I carry a shoeful of sand to my square office where,stumbling from edge to edge, I bruise like a baby and age like one. If I bring my own supplies, I figure,I can at least blunt the corners of the reception desk, deodorize the salmon in the fridge, andsmother the robot at the […]
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We Are the Bees
Harris walked into the tent, his sun-burned face wrinkled into a permanent, unconscious frown. “There aren’t enough bees.” “Fuck,” Grace muttered. She pushed the monitor back, blanking the screen showing the active bee swarms and the yet-to-be-pollinated flowers, and unhooked herself from the computer. “That means we’ve got to go out there.” “I’ll get the […]
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The Toadman’s Ritual
“‘Toadman’: A person who has struck a very particular deal with the devil. They must peg a toad to an anthill until the bones are picked clean, carry the bones around for a day, then drop them in a stream on a full moon at midnight. One bone will remain and it will grant them […]