The Migrant Type

• All One Song 2 years ago In this valley, thronged, the crack of ice as bluest shards implode and drop, crystal tails and powder—oh my dreamland castaway lady and lord—trailing. When at last we emerge from this frozen northern twilit place, a dark hut squats in our path, weak smoke tendriling from a busted chimney, the...
• The Corner 2 years ago It’s still March; the sun doesn’t climb high, yet the trees try to lift it. Testing thermals, an eagle strains to pull it skyward with its wing draft, to reciprocate. They reach a kind of equilibrium no one is sure they want. Which is but one way to tell of our world now. Forces pulling, even...
• Maw 2 years ago Friends tell me this much: after you discovered the body, you drove ardent, rode hell to breakfast, regaled by the eternal winds. Huh. So good, yes? I have eloquent friends.  Who so much knows vengeance from justice, and when the injury is deep whosoever cares? I wait. Through a dry season I wait....
• Filth 3 years ago She had no clear idea how to do this, so she texted him to come meet her in the Subterranean, a dive bar on the main drag. When he slipped into the booth seat beside her, it felt eellike. Sleek and nasty. Like mucous.  The server popped beer caps and let the bottles land, cold and foamy, on the...
• Faceless, Unremembered 3 years ago Think of the purest creature you’ve ever seen. Like, what, an ex or something? Doesn’t have to be human.  So a deer, maybe? Possibly. Where did you see this deer? On the edge of a forest. A buck, a doe, a faun? Doe. What is she doing? Showing me something. How do you know? Her tail is...

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