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March 13, 2006
Lost time. Time when you're riding an elevator, waiting for a train or sitting on a bus. Time you could be doing something, but often don't. ~nates-coitus shows us the positive products of lost time with bus. Take your time with this short, but strong, experimental piece.
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Literature Text
dust animals
loll and swirl against
fake forest leather
peering
(around sable beaststrands,
sun-sullied to pyrite)
at a garbled missive
scratched and misconstrued,
its stories unvoiced-
"warm is uncomfortable;
cold is far worse."
loll and swirl against
fake forest leather
peering
(around sable beaststrands,
sun-sullied to pyrite)
at a garbled missive
scratched and misconstrued,
its stories unvoiced-
"warm is uncomfortable;
cold is far worse."
Literature
Bus 57 to Cedarwood
BUS 57 TO CEDARWOOD
Why Today
Amanda woke up as the bus plunged down the steep cliff.
Around her small things flew, floating in the falling vehicle.
Time began to slow down. With it, everything around her blurred; all
ambient sounds became a slow stream of incoherent waves.
Today, of all days? Why did it have to be today? she thought.
Some moments later, time came to a full stop. Silence and blurriness reigned.
The bus driver was nowhere to be seen, and so were the other passengers.
Except one: a teenager seated in the very back row. He wore a hood so
she couldn't see his face. In his hand he held a small metallic thing
that shone
Literature
New Job
First day on the job
"So," he said, leering at me over the table, messy sandwich in hand, "how long have you been eating yogurt?" My yogurt laden spoon paused in mid air, and in the moment it took me to think, (how long had I been eating yogurt? When was my first time?) I watched oily, shredded lettuce tumble from his sandwich onto the table. The question seemed loaded.
"Oh, probably only the last couple of years; you know, like, seriously." I said this airily, as his tone of voice had implied that this yogurt-eating habit of mine was a potential hot spot in our relationship. He said nothing, but continued to peer intensely across the table
Literature
Nowhere
They were everything, the stars –
their hope we harbored in our pockets,
and it seeped under our fingernails in the winter cold
until we bled and breathed them, believed
their possibilities cupped like fireflies
in our hands – we went to sleep to them
and woke to their memory, dreamed
them in between – we ourselves
piloting the ships of tomorrow.
They called us, stringing their melodies
down to earth in half-remembered
filaments of color: we whispered our promises
up in return, the four of us,
our breaths frosting windows as we
stared up and pointed at the darkening sky.
Lodged in our eyes and minds, the stars,
and th
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Slept fourteen hours... It was all staticky yesterday, because of the wind.
Wrote this on the bus.
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Many thanks to ^coshdaddy! <3
Wrote this on the bus.
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Many thanks to ^coshdaddy! <3
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simply exquisite!