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Entries #6

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I am with Anaïs Nin; writing is intrinsically linked to flow. There is no blockage that cannot be cured by visiting a body of water. By submerging. I lie in a hot bath until words are pouring from me and I can stand it no more. I wrote much of Mind in the Gap in… Continue reading Entries #6

Journal Sequence #16: TV for a Head [discourse]

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Tired of all this noise in language I don’t understand. I try the tongue, even carry it for a while, then realise they were never saying what I thought. Layers deep this symbolism, these insinuations. Playing a game that never existed on my home world. Long for it now. Reach for it with both hands,… Continue reading Journal Sequence #16: TV for a Head [discourse]

Journal Sequence #15: 99% of Him [elixir]

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I Images of an upside-down world, where I am not as I appear here but only half. The other, upside-down, half is Holm built from fragments, and together we look like a playing card. Do I need to let him write? Go on, take the pen. Kammarheit. A sticky table in the bar. A pint.… Continue reading Journal Sequence #15: 99% of Him [elixir]

Parallel #4: Widdershins

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A giant spider with a girl’s head sidles up the embankment We know about her Kicking up the dust Making sculptures from time Keep the ghosts of memory close Surround yourself with images Representations of security Jaded Going backwards now Fragments and then fullness Return from the swarm of bats Widdershins Sounds so sinister But… Continue reading Parallel #4: Widdershins

Parallel #3: Subconscious Ordering

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[Abandoned]Warehouses.Bins.Fears tied up with string. A song about the sea connects to my adolescence with all its sorrow and romance and shame. Connects me to pavements and ashtrays and discarded crisp packets blowing in the wind. Sand, too. Dirty sand. Bitterness abound. All the things they hide! Make me embarrassed for the things I don’t.… Continue reading Parallel #3: Subconscious Ordering

Dream Sequence #2

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2.1 Three brothers were coded with special powers at birth. All grew to have thick skin and huge muscles. One didn’t care for the myth and parted ways with the others to live an ordinary life. Two spent years unlocking the various codes within themselves to unleash their powers. At first they helped one another,… Continue reading Dream Sequence #2

Parallel #2: Vortex

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Next door’s telly and a falling plane [barometer] “Tyrone Slothrop is gonna be caught out in it, too.” Minerva now, bursting from the head Wants to know what’s going on Why the timelines are slipping and what the hormones have got to do with it Take a good gulp of water, lass Come back down… Continue reading Parallel #2: Vortex

Parallel #1: Endless

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Ending on the word ‘addiction’ because there was never a choice. Beginning on the word ‘ending’ because it’s all a circle. I have constructed various possible worlds right here in my head, and no one will ever see. Curious to think that infinity lives in us collectively in this way, with new, endless fantasies being… Continue reading Parallel #1: Endless

Interlude/Forest

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A gunshot rings out through the trees. Run, little one. Run as fast as anyone with dust for bones can possibly run.  It hurts like no time has passed, I know. The ricochet never ended, never even reached the other side. Find the waterfall where the shadows crouch and the birds sing. It appears somewhere… Continue reading Interlude/Forest

Journal Sequence #14: Beautiful Hailstones [I am you]

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The first rule of autofiction is that no one admits they’re writing autofiction. They’ll refer to ‘my narrator’ and ‘the plot’ as though they were something other than parts of the author themselves. They are, of course, parts that are not generally accepted explorations. A narrator can indulge in solipsism but a person cannot. The… Continue reading Journal Sequence #14: Beautiful Hailstones [I am you]