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After the complete failure of the tall motors used to shift the wind toward the ocean, the village became isolated from the others that had been planted along the continent’s jagged black shores. [...]

Hourglass figure
receiving threats [...]

You want, simply, to stop breathing and hear.
Yesterday was a day just like tomorrow. [...]

There is a not-so-funny story my aunt Josephine used to like to tell: “When you were born, your mother thought you were so ugly that as soon as she brought you home she shut you in the closet.” [...]

What does the poem erupt?
                                          Nothing. [...]

Nothing in the world is impossible
If you are of sincere will. [...]

Cantatrice of redglass
as a mirror in flowers
as bloodstone hangs fissuring suns
as a gaze suffers the light inviolate— [...]

It was never mentioned why the princess was placed upon the top of the

glass mountain, or how she might descend. [...]

The handwriting
is cramped and hard to read.
The story familiar, someone in unknown territory. [...]

Emmy Hitler ate lamp shades in her third trimester. [...]

Walking down the street with it, I studied its amazing contours in shadow. The hair loomed above me, spiny and monstrous.  [...]

A writer needs isolation, a cell of his own, that’s obvious, but distance can also help. It has a way of freeing the imagination, stirring memory.  [...]

He had spent the entire night smoking twisted and intoxicating cigars that filled the room with a bluish, sickly sweet smoke.  [...]

I used to live in an office, or rather, there used to be an office where I live.  People used to come here and rent things, places to put their extras, places to store the artifacts they were trying to forget.  [...]