One should ask oneself: Why so angry?
drops
slippers slap her feet
as she walks the snaking
curve of the street
she stops every few feet
when one or the
other drops
away
phone in hand, debating
if i should call to get her help
but too mesmerized by
the step, the slap, the drop, the pause
to dial the phone todayAside from the sense that the passenger through life was not quite in full charge of her actions, there was no real reason to dial for assistance for the woman. She was my age, give or take, a little bedraggled and was wearing a house robe, but otherwise seemed to only be suffering from footwear that was entirely inappropriate for her journey. I decided that my intervention was probably not welcome and I put my phone down.
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here, her season blows in
hair dancing, standing razors ledge
wings stretched in embrace air
scatterleaf and fallen umber
we ache for her voidkiss
to carry us breath for wind
while thunder hooves drive
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The Windup Girl
I’m just finishing up a “biopunk” dystopian bit of scifi, The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi. I’ve been meaning to get around to reading it for several years now under the false premise that I believed it to be something more steampunk in flavor. I keep thinking that steampunk as a subgenre really holds a lot of promise, but I must keep finding the clinkers to read, or that thinking is flawed in some way. I’ve never found a steampunk novel that has actually held up to that promise, which makes me slightly sad.
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