Tag Archives: Ben Parker

Absolute Zero

Those first equatorial summer snows though intermittent marked the end: cold without season. A single whiteness tinged with blue. That no-weather hush of open sky and absent wind. The captive rivers stall in the heat-lack. Sap is stopped in the … Continue reading

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A Christmas Dream Song for Berryman

Henry hutched his haunch cafe-wise, crux of all this spinning soil’s yearly round. The ancient grape warmed his gut like France half a turn ago. His tongue is grappled vine, his luck’s a spoon he balances cup-lipped till it falls … Continue reading

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Harvesting the Bulbs

Approach the spot dressed head to toe in black with eyes protected by inch-thick tinted specs. Be careful not to trip and crush the plants, brittle as rust and delicate as paper, their branches low under weight of glass. The … Continue reading

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The Trapping

Just once, in shame, he refuses; his turning snags her words on air. Rock-blue, her pupils bloom. From his dust she eases him; the scream unspools like hurried leaves. Her practised hand unlocks the pine, the inner tree exhales, its … Continue reading

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The Dance

Returning to the city a third and final time, dawn still an echo audible on the brickwork, the clouds breaking open in the east like eggs, the sun on the dust-strewn road vicious as a starved dog, I walk the … Continue reading

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The Escape Artists

Drop them on a cracked and shifting terminal planet and watch them sink into the death-fog. Mineral deposits low, gravity failing, and there ain’t room on the periodic table for the shit cooking down there. Watch them sink into the … Continue reading

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Searching for the wind’s beginning

Even gathering the instruments took years. Much was out of date, some only now obtainable from museums low on budget and willing to part, for a price, with obscure equipment most visitors only pause at for effect. Your bags relinquish … Continue reading

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