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Lori Witzel
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Flash flooding
" Bodyboarders in Rio Vista Park, San Marcos River " by Charlie Llewellin . The conditions are right for a leap. I’m saturated, can’t absorb much more, and I’ve got no runneled karsts to sluice the extra off into some aquifer. It doesn’t matter, though. Rai...
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Thorns
Here, I’m walking through a garden. There, beyond this rough-leaved rose hedge, you cry. Lost child, I can hear you from the other side of the horizon, the other side of night. I call you lost even though you’re held, for who can say the man who holds you i...
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The Field Geologist at the Solitario
Once long ago, hot fluid rock irrupted, blistered up between and beneath dead oceans, then cooled into a hidden lens that capped deeper fire. Wind scoured it, rain wore it down, but it still grew until it blew itself up then collapsed. A pluton. A laccolith...
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Embers
Photo by Jens Buurgaard Nielsen This long match—the screen lit up in my dim room. I tap on dry tinder (fingertips over keys) until we glow and it catches, just enough to make a tiny sun in my singed pocket, all good to go.
Photo by Jens Buurgaard Nielsen This long match—the screen lit up in my dim room. I tap on dry tinder (fingertips over keys) until we glow and it catches, just enough to make a tiny sun in my singed pocket, all good to go.
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Waking after sleeping late
Sean McMenemy , " Unmade Bed " I toss, roll over, sit up, and find the gifts I’ve been given even more inexplicable than what’s usual for me: the dog-whistle of tinnitus, a dream in which I was generous with a stranger and still afraid, a chaotic origami ma...
Sean McMenemy, "Unmade Bed" I toss, roll over, sit up, and find the gifts I’ve been given even more inexplicable than what’s usual for me: the dog-whistle of tinnitus, a dream in which I was generous with a stranger and stil...
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Damn fine poem. :-)
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Elixir
How brackish those inland seas we carry within us, and how sweet the salt memory of those tides. This is all I can do, now: fix myself a cup of coffee, watch the honey-thread spin itself in as I stir, catch it on the tip of my finger and lick it off. A tast...
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Epistolary
The alphabets we use are all broken, but you and I don't need them whole. Tesserae from our respective shard-hordes, rough against fingertips that fit them into place, speak for us, to each other, in a mosaic of un- voiced vowels: silent, layered, casting g...
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Loop: January 1, 2015
Laying the ground, let’s say this isn’t really a loop: the beginning and end meet, but the sky’s lighter, the air drier on my skin, and the cormorant I saw with gulls on a wet containment boom flew off as I looked its way. So it’s different and yet not: wal...
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Abscission
Oxfordian Kissuth , " Autumn Leaves " The trees are running with scissors, snipping off their motley: leaves, spiraling down around ghost maypoles, a centripetal dance. I kick them up and back into the sharp wind. You may think it’s gusts that make these dr...
Oxfordian Kissuth, "Autumn Leaves" The trees are running with scissors, snipping off their motley: leaves, spiraling down around ghost maypoles, a centripetal dance. I kick them up and back into the sharp wind. You may think...
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Convalescence
Willrad von Doomenstein , " Window at Night " It’s the “almost home” part of the journey for this prodigal: I spent what I had to spend, not quite every last bit but near enough to feel the air moving through my bones. Hard to stop myself—sometimes it takes...
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Night Recovery
Adam Jackson, " Tall Grass at Night " I’m too close to the ground to see where this all landed, but still I’m pushing through sharp tall grass, sniffing the air for a trace of burnt metal in the dark. Was it a bottle rocket or a meteorite? Smoke rises dark ...
Adam Jackson, "Tall Grass at Night" I’m too close to the ground to see where this all landed, but still I’m pushing through sharp tall grass, sniffing the air for a trace of burnt metal in the dark. Was it a bottle rocket or...
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A Curl To The Left
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I want to say your cruelty redounds upon yourself, but two problems. One is I suspect this sense of "redound" is out of date; and two, while

Seven of Wands
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I drew the Seven of Wands twice, which I could tell disconcerted my reader, though I couldn't tell why. Once with the Tower, and once with t

More Like Sky
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for Nic Sebastian It's only the dull ache where the spleen and uterus used to be; the omentum scraped away; so much ruin. We'll take the pea

Palos Santos
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The ribs are cleverly sprung knotted to the spine at one end and clinkered to the sternum at the other: even when the heart is struggling li

Post EMC Acquisition, Spanning Extends Backup To Office 365
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It used to be that the cloud software space was pretty black and white. On the one hand you had the “true cloud vendors”: Salesforce, Google

Spanning Backup announces plans for Microsoft Office 365 integration
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Spanning Backup will launch for Microsoft Office 365 in the first half of 2015, Spanning Backup President and CEO Jeff Erramouspe has reveal

The Year, Wheeling
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When I got home from my evening massage last night, Vega was setting, and Orion just rising in the east. At four this morning, I woke, and r

Slipstream
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Thanksgiving Day, 2014. The pavement and the sky are the same gleaming gray: headlights make brief lines of light on the road, but the Sun d

Kiki Encounters Monstrosity
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Kiki loves water, and is drawn to anyplace it may be running or trickling. Last night I was taking a bath (my back still being iffy). Shower

Lights Out
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I love it when the lights go off in a place I have only ever known illuminated. Seeing the place -- a cafe, an office, a library -- for the

Vega
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The courage to slow down, to take things one at a time, to take a full breath, from beginning to end, without my attention flickering to som

The heart
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The thing with a heart is that it houses truth, about half in chambers of its estate, half on the road to Emmaus, uncountable numbers of rea

The Drinkers
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The dark builds higher and higher, in the north, until it crumples, and the rains begin. We tell them about the ebbing of the light, but no

and one who is waiting
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Sad and foolish, sad and foolish: even those of us to stop to think -- especially us, maybe -- are prone to flukes and spurts of stupid igno

Prime
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The sadness comes with the turning of the leaves. I pause on the aggravations of the moment, consider writing something pissy about wishing

Día de los Muertos
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I have few experiences of the spooky, the uncanny, the unheimlich, these days. Halloween has become opaque to me. Decayed or injured bodies

Murrmurrs: Unexpected Fabulous Objects
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If you really want to be joyful, you need to be surprised, often. And to do this, you really need to go outside. There's only so much astoni

Weeds
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~for Motlatsi The season is of dandelions, their seeds huddle into knobs like fists raised against loss, their tap-roots going down. I hold

Cedars
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Still feeling a little tender-tummied and uncertain, I walk, a little slower than usual, down the predawn street, past all the buttoned-up l

Brisk Footsteps
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The world feels so dangerous, in so many ways, right now. This is not a state of mind I have inhabited much, certainly not in the last few d