by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
Up and down along the road I go. The same road. Yellow strips the only thing protecting one car from another. A hopeful calculus for the anxious. A misery for a mightnight rider belly-packed with beer. Past the coffee — wicked, bitter grounds fine as fog, an...
by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
There’s a mirror in the bed with glassy, fragile breasts like ferrofluid sacks. Aye, the wizard sits on high with spells of unrelenting electromagnetism, sending waves of the invisible stuff through the air and into the small puddle of obsidian trapped within each...
by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
Welcome to actual hell. I can see here the truck, pulling up a new thumping, clacking blue body to exorcise into its open back. The crush of tin and glass plays on a steel cage. Sometimes at night. Sometimes at day. Sometimes at dusk but never in that perfect golden...
by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
Reminds me of herself. The campus is lit with little auras of tungsten-yellow that hang overhead. Halos between lightposts are always almost close enough to touch. But that would cause the atom to split, so they stay well enough apart. We decide to take a...
by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
I watched the fan again, but just for a little because watching the fan is boring. It spun on the ceiling, as it is made to do. Confirmed. But the fan is more intriguing than it lets on. You see, it doesn’t push the air around. It sucks it up or something. It pulls it...