Budapest faded behind me, Istanbul shimmered ahead, but I woke up fixed in the blinding white night around me, somewhere in between: Subotica. Outside, a man walked up the train banging the bogies with startling violence. I took childish refuge in the name of the train, was able to think, ‘I’m safe, on the Cross-Balkan […]
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It has been sweltering, and so I have been resultantly melted in both posture and emotion, a sauntering display of sapped energy, a puppet with no master, shuffling pathetically from sidewalk to side street to wide street to main, where parades of soft-legged dancers swing effortlessly in the sun, sweating in a way that is
Herb I saw him after a long break And he told me about A new kind of herb He was having with every meal And how Some kind of government body Didn’t want to allow access To the herb His eyes were alive with fire And it was a cold autumn day And I thought
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I. The feeling, of Growing up seaside, and leaving… to return years later, enchanted and calmed by The sound of the waves and The sight of the pearlescent waters; Of beholding mountains from Airborne flights to unfamiliar scents And memories, after living a life on flatlands; Of harvesting fruit, home-grown from a “brown thumb”; Of
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Wonder Sprigs reclaim rights, the new shoots through Maple-solid rock. This tenderness is a title we too shall own grass-scrappy as rams on mountains. I may bang my goat head against you or the earth yet have a centaur’s recollection for the joy of brooks. Now frolic in the rain even if mudslides don’t jive with
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I stand and pace from one side of the room to the other, haltingly or smoothly, and in steps that could in one movement be jagged, and in another fluid, or with a gait that seemingly lacks in affectation, alternating and switching, for a duration of longevity or briskness, before I cease and halt in
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The invention of the Billet Poppy is a testament to the power of an ambitious middle manager. Working as a sales manager out of Salt Lake City for the Rocky Mountain Division of Mayesh Wholesale Flower Group, one of the largest retail flower distributors in North America, Logan Black was faced with a stable market
Interview with a Dead Vulture Interviewer [I]: Tell us a little bit about how you got where you are today. Vulture [V]: I think I’d rather talk about something else. I: Like what? V: Like my work, for example. I: Why the aversion? V: It’s not a pleasant tale. I: Right. So what have you
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