#selenetic

[shoomlah]

my new poster for the 30th Anniversary of Myst, available over at the Cyan store (link in the source and the comments)! This imagery has been indelibly inscribed on the inside of my eyelids since I was a kid, so it was an absolute joy bringing it to life in a more official capacity. 📚

[ignatzybanjo]

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they planned to hoist Topsy seventy five feet by her neck aborted coin rolls and the smell\ of pennies my fingers filthy from counting currency Niagra abounding with alternatives thanks to Edison’s aggressive appropriation my father wore a copper band on his wrist\ for years its conductive powers against arthritis and its conductive powers for a Coney Island execution

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Caspian Tiger, Mason River Turtle, Javan Tiger, Puhielelu bibiscadelphus, green-blossom pearly mussel, 24-ray sunstar, gastric-brooding frog, golden toad, Atitlán grebe, dusky seaside sparrow, Saint Croix racer, Levuana moth, Hainan ormosia, Pyrenean ibex, St. Helena olive, Baiji dolphin, Liverpool pigeon, Alaotra grebe, eastern cougar, western black rhinoceros, Japanese river otter, Pinta Island tortoise, Cape Verde giant skink, Formosan clouded leopard, Scioto madtom, Acalypha wilder, Bermuda saw-whet owl

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my selenetic moment waxing from private pools\ so new as not even to be crescent the satellite rising at dawn I’ll wait I’ll wait the insult of sharing same space behold my quarry the night so irksome it rained two inches in an singular hour so many messages unsent having a tiki moment the moon all in leopard print spiced pages of the coloring book the verde hairdo

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our skin marigold with insect repellant electric reservoir in the hound dog’s eye heating the western horizon in the still air the figure behind my eye an image of the last zoo workers throwing cage doors open because at least – though too late – humans will probably do the right thing eventually being able to hear the train from here means rain

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The Moon and Aldeberan stalk Venus in the west at the end of a very good day the kind you worry about once it’s over if you are prone to anxiety which I am the lack of clouds suggests a lie in the atmosphere says go ahead and stay up listening to ultra-lounge waiting for the Lyrids Les Baxter’s b-movie output a mosquito bite itching like the optimist convinced of clear skies

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the osprey is unconcerned perched atop the letter M in the hotel sign as a trio of fish crows attack etching their cursive complaints in the air 10 floors below we’ve gathered at an outdoor lounge to complain to one another about the work day buy one another drinks I squint looking for stolen prey or doomed hatchling in the raptor’s claws see neither above in blinkblue light a quartet of eager gulls circle

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the blade reel disturbs the sandy cone of an absurdly large mound of fire ants they mount rescue attack reconstruction simultaneously weaponized chitin crawls across steel larvae carried to war between jaws the frantic pain plume spreads from the eruption flashes of light mistaken for lightning climb my legs

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getting paranoid in each tooth I’m bone carved radiating sword dance from each troubled cavity broadcasting dachshund low and easy drawn\ during important meetings about important things becoming edible and packed tight and level like soil in the post-hole of a bird house