stranger with caddy

“But aren’t you scared?” It’s what they all want to know when they pick me up hitchhiking alone, and a conversation I would have in every car I got into that day. “No.” I shrugged as I ran one finger down the seam of my sleeping bag. “Actually, I get the feeling that the people […]

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the tyranny of an object, he thought. it doesn’t know i exist.

And on the first day, there was kipple, and there was nothing more that anyone could do about it. It is the trash that creeps into abandoned buildings: empty bottles and rubble, crumpled magazines and cracked plastic buckets. It is the junk that creeps into your home and your drawers and the bottom of your […]

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as it were

In the future, those yellow and white boards will be dark purple. In the past, they were my neighbor’s ceiling. They made an ugly, annoyingly cheerful ceiling, so when he got a job he decided to replace them. As he took them down, I put them right back up. Once something of ours finally lands […]

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we intend to live in peace

Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness is a little collective that distributes lots of zines for free on the internet. Including Steampunk Magazine, The Super Happy Anarcho Fun Pages, and the ominously bizarre Yuppies With Spears. Gift economy, stories, political theory, hilarious comics! Go to their website and start reading already. For those too lazy to […]

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no sticks, just carrots

Fall is here. Because the wood for the wood stoves was delivered. Because I made the first soup of the season, and it had two pumpkins from my garden in it. Never mind that the leaves have started to fall, that the air is as crisp as their brown corpses beneath my feet. Whenever The […]

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in the land of the blind the dumpster diver is king

Last night there was a rainbow around the moon. Not a “I’m too drunk to see straight” rainbow or a “well, I guess the pills just started working” rainbow. A rainbow in a ring around the moon. In the starless sky the moon was the only spotlight, a surreal plate of stage light among black […]

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the quest stands upon the edge of a knife

Tuesday the pressure rose, not just coming from my own head anymore, but from the rising pressure in the air, the dark clouds, in the wind threatening rain. I stared up for a long time, a hammer in the hand at my side, trying to read the sky. Would it rain and force me inside? […]

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