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September 20, 2023
The Rachel stands tuned
to multiplicities,
aslant in a territory of longing,
where she becomes foreign.
What has she found?
She listens, acknowledges another sound,
diffuse, multiple,
pulsing thought, oscillations, whisperings,
never only one.
to multiplicities,
aslant in a territory of longing,
where she becomes foreign.
What has she found?
She listens, acknowledges another sound,
diffuse, multiple,
pulsing thought, oscillations, whisperings,
never only one.
by Zachary Gary
September 13, 2023
I had yet to discover the source of that star, it came and it passed but from where it sprang and then fell to fading remained a mystery. In cycling its light lent its powers to coloring my tablecloth a lighter shade, relieving pigment from its duty to darken, except for those spots where I placed my bottles and cups, shielding only parts of the piece from fading, threads left closer to their original hues hewed to others abandoned as wraiths to their fates, a darker ring the mark of those who stayed behind.
September 6, 2023
Where the trees blackened, I saw,
Quickly, three deer lean into goldenness.
It seems, although wildfires rage
Out of control, this world remembers
Some portion of its first purposes:
Superfluous beauty
Quickly, three deer lean into goldenness.
It seems, although wildfires rage
Out of control, this world remembers
Some portion of its first purposes:
Superfluous beauty