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Dromomania by zephyrchaser, literature

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Dromomania

Every day I turn the key in the lock Hoping to find you tucked into the white folds of an envelope, of the bath towel I left on the sofa this morning. But you and I, we haven't the breadth for that sort of thing. I wish I could send you something of spring, some distended meteor green with hope. I'm watching the last of the oak leaves cling stubborn and I think spring may not be coming this year. There is no birdsong, there is the furious sleeping of toads in the mud. I came on the bench where I slept in the warmth of your memory this time last year. Now the thought seems less mine and maybe it was me you'd dreamt beside, m

HaikuWriMo, Fall 2007 by zephyrchaser, literature

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HaikuWriMo, Fall 2007

Oct. 1 hauling bread and cheese under a cheddar moon the woods smell like fall Oct. 2 anxiety is corrosive, urban rain washes red earth down. Oct. 3 watching him gasping and swollen is like watching a struggling balloon. Oct. 4 impotent cone wilted. cement barriers laugh at it. Oct. 5 empty fishtank leaves sway in testament of a current Oct. 6 stadium roar fireworks wake me, shake me Oct. 7 wine bottles lined up empty, morbidly cheerful in the sun Oct. 8 unwashed and orange was your smell, changing people with the seasons Oct. 9 sleepy hippie biking, empty streets, midnight some things never change Oct. 10

To a roommate, antesunrise by zephyrchaser, literature

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To a roommate, antesunrise

In the night someone left a love note on our door and it's ours because it was for both of us, and I really wonder who has the time to catch us each up in an arm and love us until our bones break, because we are fighters, because we were runners since the day we were born. I come home to find you've made a grotto of the room and soaked it in wine. Red dew should be running down the furniture, the air is so heavy. You've left Chris Martin on the airwaves and I strip for the bright light, for the steam rising from construction across the street out the window. You are asleep and too sweet to wake. The night says this is the day

Kingdom by zephyrchaser, literature

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Kingdom

the surprise, the surprise when simple medicine doesn't work. Prepared yourself, in marble fantasies in which you are the mourner who does not cry about the odds. to be there, to be the one holding their dinner tray, who pauses, and leans on the doorjamb, and slackens her jaw --even if you'd meant to hold the spoon for them-- and their mouth has that puzzled pull they weren't sure which breath was their last. you know just the way your mother pressed her fingers white against her mouth watching. the houses are empty because everyone in them is wordless so full of things and so without speech. years later you find nothing and

Caustic by zephyrchaser, literature

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Caustic

They speak of fire in the belly - oh, no, it is fire in the chest, in the veins My next papercut will be a housefire, I will breathe you out as ash. You crushed my bones and I fired them to porcelain, as they were. I'm not sure anymore if it's fire or words but I know the coagulant is anger, is despair, blood and ash. It is that clichéd ripping. What we seek, maybe is to spill, trowel to plastic rip, watch it feed some blessed twisted maritime tree. You find years later that you've piled up landmarks in hearts and on windowsills where thumbs press them with quiet devotion before sleep. Some cosmic wind carries f

Buildings by zephyrchaser, literature

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Buildings

First one was the cicada gutted and dry on the steps progressively with a harvester of bees and the last laying down to replace the taken rib. He hovered between floors for days and three I thought he'd never leave. On our floor someone spilled a cat out of a smoothie cup, left both As the womb dried and rolled away and the skin lifted from her teeth, rolling back from her bones in hours in waves in time. Going to the balcony you can feel the building moribund The railing pulse-irregular pounding from whoever's playing dying heart today And the floor shaking in bellyquakes Running through this hulking monstrosity moaning

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Dromomania by zephyrchaser, literature

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Dromomania

To a roommate, antesunrise by zephyrchaser, literature

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To a roommate, antesunrise

Kingdom by zephyrchaser, literature

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Kingdom

Caustic by zephyrchaser, literature

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Caustic

La llamada by zephyrchaser, literature

Week 1 by zephyrchaser, literature

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Week 1

Monday It's surprising to realize how long it's been since a man but he's just a boy has touched my hand, capable, dusty under mine As he hands me, of all things, a lunchbox. Tuesday He looks pleasantly surprised At his two-thirds torso Hanging fifteen feet above the porch. I age a few years and regress some, simultaneously, running. We are crying and he is laughing As we pull him from the roof. Wednesday Down the ladder. I've run out of patience and resolve and running fills my dozing dreams as the pain kicks in. One of the boys pauses, looking at the bleached whale napping on his van seat, whose breathing is heavy

6683 feet by zephyrchaser, literature

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6683 feet

I tell mother the mountain magic Is the old bones of the earth, laughing deep and bleak. My grandfather's grave is empty and he plays twiggy trumpet jazz While my grandmother dances with his shadow and her hair like a willow. Smoke trails from their fingertips and leaves their lips laughing clean at the sky. Georgia is burning, and ashes rise from the sea Ashes spiral up from the mountains to dance All Souls Crescent and rising

Yellow by zephyrchaser, literature

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Yellow

We curl the same way, she and I. I see me in the lines of her back, the square anatomy where her shoulder has slumped. We are two shelless mussels strewn cold and pale on the tablecloth sheets. I saw your beauty shining from her in vague luminescence tonight, from someone else's eyes Who knew your shape, now. I think I was surprised (I think) at the jealousy blooming in my belly, yellow star-blossoms in the pit of my stomach. The roots stretch and crack down To wrap around my hipbones, stretching fingers inwards (where yours are missing where yours haven't been) and is it possible to strangle While you can still breathe?

Of water and the spirit by zephyrchaser, literature

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Of water and the spirit

Driving home I cascade down rainstick-style. I am puddling in my feet, droplets playing piano on my soles, trickling out my toes, out to pool in an oily black stain, saturated in the carpet. There with the unlikely mother of leather upholstery squatting over me, protector from the impalpable boulders of doubt bouncing off of the truck in front of me-- there I can hear myself calling up Is this it? Is this my new existence from now ?

Puddle-hopping by zephyrchaser, literature

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Puddle-hopping

I fell into another couple of pictures at the office today The one across from me-- as I slouch in a chair the color of rotting raspberries-- looks like it's been rained on, it's or it's raining on one watery bush at the bottom of the stairs, on windows throwing back silk-painting reflections and letting me dart, unnoticed, through the corner of the house. I peer over the edge of the matting, craning my head to read "Of Windows and Rain," I think. I follow the puddles, sinking ankle-deep in soggy peat to the sudden fishtank next door. Every one crowded in for a group picture--half-hidden like the cousins at a reunion-- swimm

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To a roommate, antesunrise by zephyrchaser, literature

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Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: Gringolandia
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zephyrchaser

Feb 8, 2009

Just sayin' hi.

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I'm in and out as always--I've written some things, but nothing I'm comfortable uploading right now.  I've been writing just for catharsis lately. Thanks for stopping in :heart:

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zephyrchaser

Mar 3, 2008

halfway present

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HaikuKitty (https://www.deviantart.com/haikukitty) called it--I am back in town, though life has thrown so many things at me lately that I'm not going to be entirely present here.  I'll just be lurking around, trying to return comments and go through my watch (can you all stop deviating for awhile? I have over 1500 to get through! :giggle:). Thanks for everyone who nudged me about the Spring HaikuWriMo.  Sadly, seeing as I didn't get all the way through the fall one, and life was somewhat less busy then, I'll just have to be a spectator for this one.  I'll be watching all of you from fall, though!  Best of luck. :heart: Also, if you haven't heard about the Clean Up Your Lit

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zephyrchaser

Dec 14, 2007

Hiatus

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Just to let the passersby know--I'll be "out of the office" and not on dA again until early January.  Going home for the holidays. :heart: Happy Holidays to you all, whatever they happen to be. Oh, and while I'm gone--if you're fluent in something other than English, try hopping over to ~TranslationChain (https://www.deviantart.com/translationchain).  There's a pretty cool translation chain going on. --- Miembro de :iconPalabras:

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mirhiel

Apr 16, 2009

Hi dear random friend... Nice to know you... have a nice day...

MiniSagas Sep 18, 2008

Hola, encantado de leerte. Quería dejarte una modesta invitación a participar en ~MiniSagas, todos los aportes de literatura y de gente serán bienvenidos.
Saludos!