Author Archives: mrsorenson

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Rebel Reject Rock

  Terrified of the fearfulness of staying put figuring out the power of being strapped down bare back against the back of the bare earth shuddering like aspens cut back to marigolds. A stubborn fuse on a volatile flagpole just … Continue reading

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Communal Cognition

  Did you hear that? What he had come to finally arrived at what had become clear to the human after studying crickets and scientific kin in myriad thin slices of behavior sexual and evolutionary over twenty crisp years of … Continue reading

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Real and Useful

  Everything from electrons to solar systems and horseheads fashioned by convention in stardust is grouped by type. Friends, lovers, salts, metals are raw materials for the similarity machine brought to the mill for prep and processing within our parameters. … Continue reading

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Right There Right Here

Even in the middle of the mountains the mountains seem far away. Truth is like that. A look into the hazel iris reveals ocean, coral, equator. Welcome to beauty. Grinding rough not even sharp edges cycle into smooth and carves … Continue reading

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Non-Stop

Down my rocky coast she ranges in a nightly migration to the fringes. She vacations my currents from protected bay to open ocean. Gaze encompasses a sure-thing dramaturgical destination. Her affection touches upon endless drinking wing-wise. What flavor and power … Continue reading

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Betta

I forget what I bought so I bought it again and again I guess I bought it until it filled up my existence. I kept my eye on phone and clock the two conspired behind my back to rob me … Continue reading

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Back Forth and Otherwise

I needed coffee. I got in the car, drove a block to the drive-thru. In the window a young woman with a sweatshirt from my hometown. Springville comes into view – sandlot baseball in the afternoon. Her name was Alex, … Continue reading

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