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Flash Fables
1. Behind surrender lies a small pool. There people gather and wade in up to their knees. They scoop up handfuls of sand from the bottom, sifting for white stones. The pool is calm until it is not, until a current shrugs forth surprising the people every time. They continue sifting; they each always have…
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FOU, for me and for you
fou a great new online journal. my favorite line so far is from Bob Hicok’s “Focal point of repeated ekphrastic stanza”: “He came down from the mountain to magnet a note to the fridge,‘I’m not coming down from the mountain.’”
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Story
The girl aligns all the objects in a room. She takes photos. Heralded in the corner, she pushes record and answers unheard questions into a pink and green box. The girl changes colors. She sleeps in bathing suits and thinks up instances where someone she does not know stops her. There is driving. There is…
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Everything’s hanging ever so gently
Automobiles & search lights & intimacy sulk down the Mississippi, redeeming narrative structure & direction. If this is “I” here, then this is not “I” there and if we skim along for long enough we will outlast what rivals our warmly brushed faces. Patterns menace liplessly in the grown light, in rolling side steps &…
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The Dream Counsel
Folding chairs and folded paper taciturn born anticipation slinging thread crossed and knotted covering no one, when no one is near the open glade slides along a metallic edge a man makes a lake to cool off the land the ghost show stars 10 little fingers in a plastic case pink and orange hollyhocks toned…
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The Smell Hound
Chirping from behind the refrigerator door, degrees varied in warm bodies & pitching luck caught in garbage cans. Concession made for larger skeleton hands. There is either feeling good or feeling bad or running with explosives duct taped to your legs, circling around brick buildings & glazed over by practicality.
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Today
The historicity of plastic molds, dollar bills, their edges yellowed to the wall. Festivities occur regardless. The long flaying peacock feather. Small paintings like walls of crooked teeth, their eyes blinking.
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Today
Reduction of inking and emptying, each day a different motion stretched.Hands swings forward forming blush on little cheeks and each day the glass is cleaned and the log is lifted a little higher than the knee, a thousandbuoyant mornings that ask the same thing. Rendered cuff-links and paw tracks. Altercations under building awnings with gold…
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Red Fortress
Red fortress, I’ll expose to you my undersides, my concentrating mastery and derelict non-futures. Carrying electrical direction as a frame entering the ordained position where we are caught. My legs and the washing machine, a metal coil and windows below as headlights return. Barracks expanded slightly with side streets but always nosed in the same…
No Help for That | Jackie Clark 