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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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My Chronic Condition by Asher Jay
This original artwork was created using scans of napkins that were stained with paint from cleaning brushes that were used to render other canvases in progress. To me it represents both process and the pulse of the remainder from an equation, much like love. So I wound up writing a little poem about the feeling that fueled the piece: My Chronic Condition: Asher Jay Cannot function when you are near You’re in all I do and say, it’s clear I am wrapped around your little finger, Thoughts of you do make me linger. Every word you utter a cerebral kiss Your eyes spin my world off axis When you smile…
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Hunger by Samuel Dodson
For a long time he stood with the lights out, looking through the blinds at the gravel lot and the incessant lights of the trucks going by on the highway. He counted thirty-seven of the 86,400 seconds of the day, tried to time each of his thoughts in time with his heartbeat. His mind fell over itself, impossible rings of colour almost blinded him and he paused. He could see a green dress lifted by the wind on the streets of Harlem as infinite laughter spilled down the walls, running along sidewalks and concrete playgrounds. He set his glass of water down at his feet. The water was dead. Bubbles…
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‘All the Pieces matter’, Garbagea’s place in the Blue Marble – An Interview with Asher Jay
http://www.garbagea.com/ As 2011 draws to a close, and the final year of the Mayan Calendar approaches (read into that what you will) what will our motto of the year be? What have we gleaned from events such as the Arab Spring; the Japanese Tsunami; The ‘Occupy’ Movements; the Eurozone crisis; riots in London and other UK cities; The Last Harry Potter Movie (shock horror) and an ever deepening economic and ecological crisis? How we interpret these events, and the course of action we choose to take over the coming months and years is crucial. We stand at a crux. Recents events have shown…
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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…
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Cetus Cause by Asher Jay
Big Baleen Plea: Weigh our value against our worth Are we worth more dead than alive? You have just begun to uncover our story We deserve a chance, so help us survive We are the behemoths of the big blue, We grow up to 100 feet long We tip the scales over 200 tonnes And our lung capacity is curiously strong. Our size distinguishes us, Our adult heart is the size of a mini car We communicate in low frequencies Our whale song can travel 1000 miles far! We swim beyond your visual scope Into areas that you cannot reach We are not like other baleen whales, We come up…
