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The BridgeOld Soldier comes to the bridge. It is broken.Men pick up stones to fight.Old Soldier remakes the bridge, shouting at them.He throws stones into the water until the water is dammed andthey can cross to fight him.He shouts at them to kill him if they dare.He shouts at themContinue Reading

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There is a wall made of muscle.It is as if there were a shoulder pressing into a leg, wrappedunder a pair of arms, and a back bent in many segments. It istwenty feet tall.If one takes a flashlight under the crease of two long musclesnear the ground, one sees theContinue Reading

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As my mother is equally afraid of small spaces as she is of large spaces, I will build my mother a geodesic dome, its outer wall comprised of two walls, essentially a dome over a dome, three feet of space between the two domes. The dome is then a veryContinue Reading

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There is a well with the voice of an older man. No one is surehow long he’s been in there.I’m stuck down here, he says.A pair of boys find him in the woods. They are the first in adozen years.Does he crawl out at night? Does he crawl around likeContinue Reading

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I’ve been those half-bridges, those stone lions, those jittering insect wings too. I’ve been that collapsing barn, forgotten and forgotten and forgotten. I’ve been the thing that rules everything, or, I’ve been the things ruled, prices paid in full every time.  I’ve been that stepped-on cigar, gasping for oxygen and enough fire, I’ve beenContinue Reading

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We had some empty cardboard boxes from moving. We wanted to build something: a spaceship we decided. My brother got to choose, he wasn’t older but he was in charge. I looked up to him. That’s how we worked. He planned it all out, and I taped up the edgesContinue Reading

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Twelve is a magic number. Two is knowledge, duality,a cleaving and clarity. Eight is a hope against. Nine is the repentstation. Five is the stake. Four is the building. Six is a surprise. Seven is change. Ten is then. Eleven goes nowhere, isolated,alone, forgotten dead. Three is the magic number.Continue Reading

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You find a long driedbouquet of wild daisiesand asters, yellow daisies,purple asters, the daisypetals folded backlike a comet’s tail.The aster petals are goneand you pinchthe globe of seedsand drop them intoan envelope never tohold a check or love letter,separating the seedsbetween thumb and pointerwith the same gentle actionas pinching saltContinue Reading

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the river cracks awake in the middle of the night, sounds like somethingfalling inside the house, sounds like the dog/kid broke something. I get upso he doesn’t have to, stomp out into the living room bathed in bright moonlight, seethe dog curled up by the front door, oblivious to whateverContinue Reading