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Unsaidquarters – Pioneer Day 2012

The sun had risen up. All rain and clouds were gone, as was all hail to see. I stood looking at the lone invasive tree. I touched fruit skin. I dared to pick it. All seemed given to be God … Continue reading

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Unsaidquarters – Word-Spot This Solitary Waste (7/14/12)

War machines solicit storms Wild dactyls curse fate, burst On the spattered page Totem & Taboo “War Machines”

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Unsaidquarters – Lunar Crucible

Moon-milk was very thick, like a kind of cream cheese. It formed in the crevices between one scale and the next, through the fermentation of various bodies and substances of terrestrial origin which had flown up from the prairies and … Continue reading

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Unsaidquarters – El Dorado

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That … Continue reading

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Unsaidquarters – Lone Lagoon (5/23/12)

In a condominium, on the day she heard about the X one, Amelia’s partner died. He lay sprawled back on the mattress. Her partner, she believes, could have been an entertainer if he hadn’t been so brought up by the … Continue reading

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Unsaidquarters – A Cappella – Sunday, May 2012

He lowered the glass lid, the automatic lock clicked sharply, and taking up the case in both hands he bore it religiously away to its place, passing out of the bright circle of the lamp into the ring of fainter … Continue reading

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Unsaidquarters – Sunday Morning (4/15/12)

There is not any haunt of prophecy, Nor any old chimera of the grave, Neither the golden underground, nor isle Melodious, where spirits gat them home, Nor visionary south, nor cloudy palm Remote on heaven’s hill, that has endured As … Continue reading

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