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Everytrain Black-clad conductor, handlebar moustache, gravel sunflower voice. “Enjoy the ride.” I smile a grand piano at the cliché, laugh a symphony as an appeal to thunder. He winks an eyelid tattoo, a brilliant flash of ‘NOW’ reminds me blink by blink of elephants gathered to remember the fallen, each consoling each in trunk-aided Latin. Tempus fugit – memento mori. I present a pocket-weathered ticket, but the conductor gives it back. “We always j...

It’s alive, It’s alive! A steam train whistles as it tracks its way from Abacus Station to Grand Central Nanobot in the time it takes an angel to measure the diameter of her crowded pin-top home. All aboard wonder with eyes wider than the passenger car windows at the antelope with double helix horns, the Category 5 cable-snakes in factory blue, a frog that croaks from a silicon lake, gold leafed over endless dales of components in the Motherboard Motherland. Oh, they know where th...

the skeptic he does not reject the unseen out of hand he acknowledges that which is in his grasp the anjou pear nipple-stemmed chartreuse reflective skin display of distortion a trick of the eye real as the sweet white grit beneath the waxed veneer

A Sister’s Lament “I’m stuck in Richmond” you coo from his Black Sabbath T-shirt – silver thread radiates from you like ripples from a windshield impact. When you were Rosalita you wore a yellow dress, sat by Papa on the bus, ate praise like flies. Now your latest moth skips practice with the band – Carlos comes nightly in his Zephyr, dreams as you ignore the bell. You grieve with spinnerets, weave a gray day and Papa’s heaving chest into tapestries t...

Moratorium Cesar Pasquel stopped using words one day. He removed them from his vocabulary, aardvark to zebra, one by one until there were none. Gestures went next. No waves goodbye, no shrugs, no handshakes. Slumped shoulders and downcast eyes became status quo. Cesar cut off his left foot one idle Tuesday, then the right. He cooked them over a spit, ate them with a side of regret and solitude. The legs went Wednesday, then his torso, then the arms. Soon he was a severed head with two perfect...