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And For a Second There They Lost Themselves
And for a second there they lost themselves..in that second: and she said as they looked down in the canyon at the candle flickering flames in boxes on the hillside, yes, she said, inside me, she said, yes and yes and in my eyes I long for an eternity of this dance of yes, and before they knew it they looked up through the leafy tree tops across the roof top and towards the confines of the universe and the darkness looking down on them and the stars that are awake tonight, and the fishing boat bobbing sea miles away laps on the sand and say yes, and with her…
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Darkness by Samuel Dodson
Words fall over themselves in the darkness, tumbling, as they are spoken. In a torrent they merge with each other with the ease that comes from knowing they have all been said before, each one written a thousand times thousand million times in every possible order and or conjunction. And in the darkness there are no images. Can these words exist there, then? Alone, lonely, so lonely without the meaning of an image to illuminate the shadows. Without even the faintest outline, the words lie in the umbra. If they cannot see celestial bodies, do they exist? Can they exist? Can words see? Cosmic thought lies restless in words shrouded…
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Carbon Monoxide
He can’t stop shivering. There is sweat on the inside of his stomach, and the olive grove they stand in is so beautiful. The sky hangs tranquil, cloudless, and a hint of a breeze courses through the leaves. His fingernails need to be cut. He can see the grime building up beneath them, and when he touches his face spots appear and don’t burst. The dry heat mixes with the aroma of olives in a concoction which his nostrils tell him is perfect. But Carbon Monoxide is tasteless and has no smell, so he knows not to trust his senses. There is a poison here. Some of the others have…
