Curled in her warm arms, rocking as James Darren* sings on the radio. At bedtime, she tells me stories of faeries and ogres while rubbing my aching legs. I’m dropped at another stranger’s tent. Ignored, uneasy sleep in an empty corner until her midnight voice returns, slurs, “Let’s go.” Dad will never know. Carnies’ front…
Category: cadralor
dVerse — MTB — The Shape of Dust
I speak to maps. And sometimes they something back to me. This is not as strange as it sounds, nor is it an unheard of thing. Before maps, the world was limitless. It was maps that gave it shape and made it seem like territory, like something that could be possessed, not just laid waste…
dVerse — MTB — Cadralor Form
Crumpled, wet tissue in the motel room corner Orange shag carpet, particle board paneling Salt slush dries white on orange polyester Greyscale drear of earth, sky, clouds, trees At stainless steel polka-dots, figures sit hunched; mangy dogs waiting for the bell Military-grade metal clicks and clangs, Stale sweat, fragile smiles, hollow eyes Leaning on the…
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