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Safe Word

I didn't want to do it, but I loved him, so I said okay.  It felt strange at first, it even hurt some, and then I sort of got into it.  Submission had given me this power over him, and I could tell he was scared.  The whole nature of his fantasy changed once it got real, like how exposure to oxygen changes the color of your blood.  Now we see each other differently.  We only turn our backs to show that we're willing to accept the knife.

Added by Bill Floyd on August 24, 2011 at 11:35am — 15 Comments

Sunn O)))

The riff, the big guitar blare that haunts rock n roll from the blues on up through metal, only in this case distorted and distended to the very limits of endurance.  The quavering thrum holds long after the initial strike, winding out into a cosmic drone until the fluids in your inner ear churn in sympathetic vibration.  And then, fuck, then the chord comes back, struck anew, and the force is nothing short of cataclysmic, a meteor slamming into the earth.  MAXIMUM VOLUME YEILDS…

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Added by Bill Floyd on August 23, 2011 at 12:04pm — 12 Comments

Lineman's Bucket

I knew from the sound of the storm that they'd be calling me, and sure enough dispatch rings my cell phone at 4 AM.  You offer to get up and fix the coffee, but I tell you to go back to sleep.  Out on the backroads the pavement is strewn with branches and debris halfway across Orange County.  The pole with the blown transformer stands right at the edge of an old tobacco field.  From the bucket at the end of the extension ladder I can smell the tar on the pole and see the first rosy hint of…

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Added by Bill Floyd on August 17, 2011 at 10:24am — 11 Comments

Sounding Chambers (6X4)

Tableau

 

A thousand leaves on the sidewalks.  Teeth marks in imperfect little rings on his skin.  There's a certain feeling you only get driving alone at night, he loves it.  The bar is half-empty.  She leans way back in her chair, perilous.  Rain against the windows reminds him, he has a scene in mind.

 

Or Others Like…

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Added by Bill Floyd on August 10, 2011 at 4:00pm — 2 Comments

Invested

We seek our children's cause, an expansive legacy where they can pick and choose without limitation.  A future free from the drudgery that made our generation so petulant, so impulsively, chronically dishonest.  

 

There simply isn't enough to go around.

 

The worst of it is, we know.  We know all the gated communities and diversified portfolios and private armies won't be enough.  We took away your medicine but we left you your guns.    

Added by Bill Floyd on August 9, 2011 at 9:10pm — 11 Comments

UFOlogy

His wife and kids thought he was crazy.  Hours, weeks, years spent examining footage and interviewing witnesses and in some cases learning entire new disciplines, physical velocities and recovered-memories, how to run computer simulations, how to spot a fake.  And 80% of them were fakes, another 18% otherwise explainable as naturally occurring phenomena, and the rest, well, the rest.  There was an entire underground community of fellow wannabe travelers out there, most of them…

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Added by Bill Floyd on August 5, 2011 at 4:03pm — 9 Comments

5th & 56th--Bookshelf Sampler

Gericault's intensity when at work on The Raft of the Medusa: The mere sound of a smile could prevent him from painting, someone said.

 

"Huh?" I say distractedly, my attention monopolized by the foregoing magazine article.

 

"Makes me think...what?"

 

--The bathroom, he...

 

Nothing on the map to the contrary.

 

It took him two days to get this saddle house cleaned out and organized.…

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Added by Bill Floyd on August 4, 2011 at 4:25pm — 3 Comments

Your Last Birthday

You don't know it now, but this time next year you won't be around.  Some things are non-negotiable.  

 

Most of us will still be here, and we'll remember you leaning over the cake to blow out your candles, that distant look you had.  We'll comfort each other, and we'll be okay, but I'll be wondering about you and where we go if we go anywhere when this life's over.  I'll be hoping you're alright.

 

You always wanted everyone to be alright.

Added by Bill Floyd on August 2, 2011 at 3:19pm — 10 Comments

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