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She first felt something might be wrong on an airport’s breezeway in the Midwest. It was there she began to realize what she would miss. She was already missing everything, but was too busy closing a part of herself off very tightly. Everything was a sign of weakness. It was at this point she changed the song and
changed her focus so that she was no longer looking at a couple poised for paradise, but an older woman, seated apart from everyone else, staring deeply into her empty lap. A discarded bottle of water lay at her feet. Someone working the counter said her row was boarding. After several years pass she realizes she
got on the plane simply because a stranger told her it was time to board the plane.
The woman and the plane have a shared mission: they each want to reach a destination without crashing..... MORE
Bigeye could see the grain of dust in the wind and the flame in coal. He could see the fish in the sea. He could see the child inside his mother’s womb, the tulip inside the bulb, the sap beneath the bark of trees, the grubs underground. He could see buried seeds and bones, the grass roots penetrating the graves.... MORE
From now on, there will never be any flat land, just water. All words will be derivatives of fixed names denoting the ocean surface bearing the image of the moon. Everyone is still entitled to his own secrets: that misanthrope with the chubby face, that tightrope junkie, that minimalist rearranging his arms to fit a slinky dress.... MORE