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A Story by Kylan
A spring cold was basic biology. Annie had learned her freshman year in high school how viruses worked, what they looked like, how they attacked the b..
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mane of flares and split atoms --whips of nuclear fission punching inadvertently,like newborn baby fists -- i wonder how longit would take for blindne..
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glass-eye, seeing
eye, showing the bee-dances of stars and
constellations. through his telescope,
the universe expands red, inhaling, knitted
ga..
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painting by Thomas Eakin
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they nudge their horses into the singularity of the morning, the sun red
and breeding though the seamist that ..
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the sheets fold you up carefully, cleanly, and you rattle and shiver
inside them, like a packet of dry garden seeds. in the scrubbing light, the
t..
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an experimental project -- a story written in poetry and prose. will most likely be an extended short story/novella
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A Chapter by Kylan
dog heaven – 8/1953
and along the scooping, interminable road with a fine
red dust that kicks up like facepowder and turns all the brown..
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A Chapter by Kylan
sisters – 8/1952
pale, distracted moon, gray as the lobe of a brain, squinting through the
shutters, through the dusty, solemn c..
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A Chapter by Kylan
woodsmoke -- 8/1952
On sunday afternoons after church, when daddy had quarantined himself in his chapel with its sagging roof, spindled steeple, and ..
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tray of cracked pastels, overturned, they have smudged each other –
yellow the dirtiest of them all. and in the mason jar the paintbrushes
lea..
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