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
Month: May 2014
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
Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum
My name is an ending, surname, derived from the Latin "Martinus". (A gift from a father lost, failing beneath my powerless hands). I am dedicated to war not poetry no not that, not some clinking at keys, rather, clinking at bullets, slotting them into clips, ready for their magazines, not 'zines, not some dumb rags, covered … Continue reading Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum
In the Dark of the Woods
Sometimes things just snap
Lost Intruments
Am I alone in obsessing over the fate of Astrolabe? -Martin Burns
