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fiction by David Lee Wright; Deadbolt— river, well, and lightning field; Untitled Century— grift from city block to pit mine to mountain house; Albuquerque grateful
Pinned
surface of the sun living on the roof
Too comfortable.
November 29, 2025 at 12:05 AM
Too bleary-eyed now.
November 28, 2025 at 12:05 AM
Centuries gone, Id spotted the first buzzard dressed in shredded armor, an emptied sheath high over its belly, a knife sharpened crest spun above its head, circling the sun; the great hawk saw me terrified inside the glass, colliding into waves of copper light hidden in shadow.
November 27, 2025 at 12:05 AM
On the street a barrage of lost noise clipped into the nail, Louise scowled saying to keep moving, and I was unable to speak over the signal.
November 26, 2025 at 12:06 AM
Fuel and mineral exchanged for centuries, all my character seared off, gone too fast, huffing tar and resin and disappeared carbon reabsorbed into my skull. Until I witnessed one of her buzzards killed Id declared the myth of creatures untrue.
November 25, 2025 at 12:05 AM
Unknown centuries, Id copied indemnification screened promotions for neighborhoods circling gateway, conjectured reopened by the mountainous woman called Mars.
November 21, 2025 at 3:44 PM
Whenever Louise spoke, Id nodded.
November 20, 2025 at 4:21 PM
Hugged against the stone wall on the middle road, fused into a bulbous onset hysteria, machine carts rushed in between the median and me.
November 19, 2025 at 7:00 PM
"If we're breathing without a reflection," Louise said, "no one to blame."
November 18, 2025 at 5:21 PM
Happenstance doused static; cold fire, made-up signal, and reiteration blocking the current.
November 17, 2025 at 6:33 PM
"Disguised repetition the haunt of the stranger."
November 14, 2025 at 3:13 PM
In signal sound Marshalld used to abandon my name, "Screens useless here," Louise said.
November 13, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Who or what had spoken over the night, dare I afford a listen?
November 12, 2025 at 8:21 PM
But this was Avenue.
November 11, 2025 at 6:24 PM
Id wandered city blocks unmarred because of the coat.
November 10, 2025 at 8:24 PM
Property notifications, ceasing orders, bricked-in and burnt-out alleyways—bloodeds refused to permit suppressed daytime communication.
November 7, 2025 at 4:44 PM
Resource destroyed written pages of named chased rabbits whose goods had sold to Avenue centuries gone.
November 6, 2025 at 10:33 PM
I dunno.
November 5, 2025 at 4:54 PM
Avenue processed resource messages into, around, and through identity check backs.
November 4, 2025 at 4:11 PM
Unstoppable current.
November 3, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Skeleton laughing running through the streets
November 1, 2025 at 3:04 AM
Return of the Ninja and Among Us Black
November 1, 2025 at 2:25 AM
A Cop, a Cat, a Camouflage Yeti
November 1, 2025 at 2:22 AM
Safety Cone
November 1, 2025 at 2:07 AM
Spooky Clown, a Deer, and Stitch
November 1, 2025 at 1:16 AM