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We sink into the water. It’s the closest thing to making love in outer space,   which in turn, I understand, is the closest thing to one of the ancient gods   chuckling at the divine and ancient equivalence of a firefly.   We join the jellyfish club, and sixContinue Reading

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Oh, crazy speech, liberated from the cause itself! Oh, human clamshell still slippery with the grease of sex!   Oh, heaven-bound ephemera above our houses like space junk built from a much needed summer rain! Oh, telltale   stain on the soul! Oh, ghost of Otis Redding! Oh, cheese course!Continue Reading

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We left town just before the riots.   The TV eyes, big and red but discreetly placed, caught it all:   Tear gas and faulty fasteners.   In that little village of longer shadows and taller trees,   we hid. We disguised ourselves   as Madame Hydra and Ego theContinue Reading