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Tag Archives: Seth Jani
Double-knotted into the thick weave of time, the long-legged bird sways near the terrestrial waters and watches as they pass, looking for the one long twinkle, the eternal glint. As the sun falls on the course of empires it continues … Continue reading
All along, you were touching the other world as if it were only a painted veil separating rooms. The crickets would jump through the quiet fractals which the light spilled over the garden and their wings would blossom, their dark … Continue reading
Alone with the night plants and the erratic script of wind, I watched the houses dim their massive bodies, their hearts turned low. Is it their dreams or those of the small inhabitants blooming inside the rooms? Like a fist … Continue reading
It wasn’t much but he filled the cave with ice, left the stones padlocked in their bodies. Not even the moon could enter. Its light was comatose, subliminal against the dry, winter rock. He would not leave until everything he … Continue reading
Death was a brutal fiction burning all day in the high grasses, and its smoke circled our bodies though even the birds knew it was a mean illusion, a cartography of dust. But still we counted the fruit that touched … Continue reading
I pass the abandoned farmhouse and the nocturnes fill me up like homicidal urges. It is hard to be equitable in this bent-down palace of purple trees. It is lined by moonlight, by the fabulists who throw strange seeds over … Continue reading