Our Fats River

Proof the sick North Saskatchewan River was sick. The water rose. The rocks disappeared only to reappear muchlater, after the purge, after the flood. The river was brown and milky brown in milky. There were whole trees and part trees bobbing and scrambling down the river, some in the middle, snapping and thrashing, some on the sides, sucking and sinking, some in between middle and sides, sneaking and thinking. The levels and heights and depths and volume spelled f-l-ood. So many people went down like the aliens they are to check out the flow and murky misunderstanding. They will return to the river from their sofa's, from their kitchen tables in due time, in years and years maybe. The free river levels make all the difference.

The Well: Bill Callahan

The Well
By Bill Callahan

I could not work
So I threw a bottle into the woods
And then I felt bad for the doe paw
And the rabbit paw
So I went looking for the pieces
Of the bottle that I threw
Because I couldn't work

I went deep
Further than I could throw
And I came upon an old abandoned well
All boarded over
With a drip hanging from the bucket still

Well I watched that drip but it would not drop
I watched that drip but it would not drop
I knew what I had to do
Had to pull those boards off the well

When I got the boards off
I stared into the black black black
And you know I had to yell
Just to get my voice back

I gave a couple hoots
A hello
And a fuck all y'all

I guess everybody has their own thing
That they yell into a well

And as I stood like that
Staring into the black black black
I felt a cool wet kiss
On the back of my neck

Dang

I knew if I stood up
That drip would roll down my back
Into no man's land

So I stayed like that
Staring into the black black black
Well they say black is all colors at once
So I gave it my red rage my yellow streak
The greenest parts of me
And my blues and I knew just what I had to do

I had to turn around and go back
And let that drip roll down my back
And I felt so bad about that

But wouldn't you know
When I turned to go
Another drip was forming
On the bottom of the bucket
And I felt so good about that

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moonish

Sad to be in-in-In this cheapened age where imitation reigns; where people frequently look on the internet to see if the moon is full –“The 4 millimetre icon says it is,” “Mom, it’s a full-moon tonight!”—and by this expressionless counterfeit all magnificence is lost.

Path enjoying the Rape

Passionate Kisses: O and P 

Foreplay: O and P