Tag Archives: Ethan Phibbs

August Ends

at eye’s edge: periphery blur, the waters pupil-depth. Gnawing on bits of paper we consider leaping from the farthest point of leaning trees, risking a healing limb in the mirrored clouds trudging into deepening light. The sun deflates swollen gold … Continue reading

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Direction

Our real and artificial observations link the negative space separating my reluctance from your confusion. I trust you’ll let me know when it’s safe to drink reprieve with the lovely cup I have hidden in my hands. It doesn’t take … Continue reading

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November Natives

There are scales of ice like armor on that lake’s skin; it’s dying through and through and dark blue. Below brittle language of limbs flagging a plastic bag surrender, a collection of held breaths comprise a sparse assembly in place … Continue reading

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Low Clearance

Forgive this mess of mental shipwreck: a surfeit of nights pacing an isolated geography of ephemeral balance, with so many books open and torn like beaten birds. Boxed-in breezes amble along impersonal wallpaper, lingers like smoke at cubist edges, folding … Continue reading

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