Stories tagged cut-up

“I am The Lord of Roads”

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A lifetime is not enough to learn, owned the cow; others drank the milk, classical masks. Their response: “hold in your hands.” “Evil exists.” Truth is not the secret of a few.

Words Mixed With The Stench of Rotting Flowers

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His flesh was the gray of Swiss lakes, but he might animate any time now and simplify everything.

Deerhead Puppets in the Forest

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A spark is a gouged word: stewed to annihilate, scrambled, botched in a pot to dry. Lead us to the quiver, let us tremble. Noon, we paw nails under rugs, run fingertips over books, rip cupboards from hinges and spiral open the machine, for the creature is near the roof or…

#53 Cut Up

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I loved her when she first came calling in the sodden dawn of spring. She was a strange and dangerous flower. Together we drank up all the money. The days staggered away like drunks lurching down a flophouse hall.