Keys and Such

If you want a codex... some mapped book. Some decoder ring. If you want to know where I'm stopped. It's his chest going up and down in that beat up hospital room in Upstate, room dolled up in faded yellow linoleum, every day every night I'm sitting there, holding the claw that was his hand. There's this … Continue reading Keys and Such

A Machine, For Time

Ronald Mallett I know you as I know James Tate. And now, people known to me... Jess, Kevin, whipped through this same centrifuge. We are on the edge of forever. Know that we are running like gerbils, in this same recursive loop. I wish I could talk to you. That our running could intersect, and - perhaps … Continue reading A Machine, For Time