February 9, 2015 by lars russell
I really love blueberries. There is the crisp blue of a spring day and then there is the abysmal color of the blueberry, blue as Krishna, a blue that seems darker than black because instead of the flat lack of tone the little bit of pigment makes looking into it like the deepest part of […]
December 10, 2013 by beat valley
i would ruin myself again for you, for love but no, i wouldn’t why donate?
August 16, 2012 by lars russell
Something was wrong with us; that was our meeting place. It was like we both had a kind of fever. Or a bottomless hole, in the same part of our souls. Or maybe it was only that his hole fit perfectly around the edges of my fever. I don’t know. Technically I lived with Callum […]
May 23, 2012 by lars russell
It didn’t surprise Fox 6 when she catch up with Brother Rabbit that last time, stuck in the tar trap between a pair of fallen cypresses in the dried creek rut. She had laid the trap, so that part of it didn’t surprise her at all, not at all; but the fulfillment of this chase […]
February 14, 2011 by beat valley
you know how speeches giving love such oft-corrupted figures as doves, roses, rays of sunshine make no clearer the matter than a zipper binds two ends of cloth in a closure you can’t rip apart or leave undone in error? imagine some well-intended maître d’, ardent, introducing specials while we slide our attention to satins […]
June 25, 2015 by beat valley
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