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gigapixels of andromeda

the demur of winter scathes spastic gears of hot- blooded machines and vague      scratchings on the wall and giants in the distance standing ten-hundred lightyears tall while gimlet eyed we only gawk chained to rocks like sacrificial beasts that if unleashed would move back home and never, ever leave would never question why – beneath the beauty of a blackstar sky – we mourn the willing dead and wait for frozen rivers to rise

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14242 deviations
Literature

gigapixels of andromeda

the demur of winter scathes spastic gears of hot- blooded machines and vague      scratchings on the wall and giants in the distance standing ten-hundred lightyears tall while gimlet eyed we only gawk chained to rocks like sacrificial beasts that if unleashed would move back home and never, ever leave would never question why – beneath the beauty of a blackstar sky – we mourn the willing dead and wait for frozen rivers to rise

Featured

9260 deviations
Literature

the drum

yesterday: I live inside a drum. I live beneath a beautiful stretched sheepskin, and on warm days the sun lays her head upon the face of the drum—softly humming. I’ve always lived inside the drum, and so have my mother and father. My family has lived inside the drum for generations, along with all of my neighbour’s families. We know the winter songs to be jeering in tone but elegant in mood. My mother speaks fondly of her life in the drum—most often of her childhood. When we used to go to the fields in the summer she would lie on the softly swaying grass, holding me close to her breast as she would recount storie

nullus

1 deviation
Literature

Liberate

Liberate your space. Liberate the forks              And spoons on your plate. Liberate sunken voices             Stranded under the Atlantic             Of your spirit; Your ego rises like a german u-boat. Liberate Andalusia,             The Spanish Anarchists,             Garcia Lorca, 1936. Liberate the flags of your colonized lands. Liberate your fingers             From television remotes,             Your plastic face             From anti-brain machines. Liberate your eyes             From the rise of zombie screens. Liberate beauty             From the tyranny of the beautiful. Liberate the sun from outer space        

lemniscate

151 deviations
Literature

hollowdays

hollow ways leading-- i am not in place for this market cross scheming. a martyr replaced for an obese phantom with an illegal workers comp program. pandering to the little folks, big people beat little people and this is why the fat white man always wins and his mini slaves are covered with red cloaks. i can't concentrate-- all my cynicisms are alive and spitting. can i believe, be alive if my sides are splitting? i am not laughing.

I

1389 deviations
Literature

Knitted

The men, they come into my home loudly strung with all night’s stars, all beer-glint, all roughly-bright; they bring their heavy boots, their boots and their heavy mud. Their brassy, mirthful talk; harvests and ale and golden things. I have been in here alone, excepting the dogs in their slumber, husband, husband’s brother, and I have been spinning. And spinning, and spinning; spinning mice, and men, and fates, and coarse grey wool. You clap each other’s backs, the centre of your beings in the largeness of your hands. You bring the cold night’s mud on to my floor. I am the centre of your beings, men, I link you.

II-High

1562 deviations
Literature

Cages

I grew up in a war-shaped cage. I dodged the snipers and the dogs, and wished for fighting on some days when there were tests to take in school. In time the war-shaped cage gave way and all of us alive were freed, though fools kept every broken piece and seek and seek to bring it back. * Shall I show you my pain-shaped cage, or tell you who is here with me? There is no need. Reach out your hand to those who share your own with you. * Do you call love a heart-shaped cage? You are mistaken, if you do. Love is a freedom, though it binds; a precious freedom, one of few. * Some call the world a life-shaped cage, and say we mus

II

1145 deviations
Literature

Aquarius.

indigo-child with your silver-threaded bones, you are a girl that is more intangible than our tangled heart-strings, a girl made of summer breezes and daisy daydreams and i swear i could’ve kissed you then. gold-blooded girl, your hand whispers against mine like autumn leave skittering down city pavements, your eyes pool into mine like inkblots onto plain parchment, i am stained and i swear i could’ve kissed you then. your absence aches like six more weeks of winter, frost-bitten boys call me to bed with arctic iris fingers, i thaw on your return, blooming with crocus sighs, i grow under your springtime touch and i swear i coul

III

515 deviations