The Woods
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Fried Egg In the Sky
Photos by Aaron Echoes August Took a late-night walk into the darkness and found the space egg. The birth of the universe left exposed right up there in the sky. I heard animal movement in the woods whilst my soles scraped against the gravel pathway. I was thinking about life and all the creeps out… Continue reading
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Life Bath
If only I could grab myself and hold the wounds together. The wolves watch with piercing eyes. I smell blood and pine trees. Crimson stains the snow. Where am I? What am I doing here? Cold coffee in my cup. I build a shelter and make fire. The computer keyboard keys click and tick. The… Continue reading
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The Crazed Pilgrim
Sun on crinkled golden leaves The grass is lemon-yellow The sky is pure blue I can’t believe it is November October hid and dashed away Thanksgiving will soon make its way to the table And the pilgrims will carve up turkeys with axes And one of them might get a little crazy Someone spiked his… Continue reading
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The Trick
It’s quiet in the house, save for the tea kettle steam engine puffing on the stovetop. The whistle now pierces the air, and she goes to move it away. She sighs, readies her tea cup, and pours in the hot water. As it steeps on a cold Halloween morning, she moves the window curtain aside… Continue reading
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White Russian
When everything is fake like snakes And the lemons are made of wood And the faces are made of mud and evil I sit upon the throne of mundane jewels And wonder what the cable car smells like On the edge of an ice cliff I stand Look out over white Russia while drinking a… Continue reading
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Corn of the Aliens (2)
Harold jumped up and ran outside. The screen door slammed behind him as Bruce Springsteen music played from the clouds. The stars, hidden by the grunt of daylight, were there in the pointed universe. He made his way across the warm grass of the yard. He opened the gate on the white picket fence and… Continue reading
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The Oblong Warlock
Thirteen minutes to fill a capsized void. A laundry list of worry as the clock ticks in some kitchen bluebird hung neatly in the window and looking out onto the pleasant yard. Gas jaw dryer waits alone in the basement. Grandma’s caw caw like a crow beckoning me back inside. But I don’t want to… Continue reading
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