[Submitted to The Short Story Postcard Project, April 4, 2021]
Sunday, April 4, 2021
Al-Jabr 57
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Spatchcocked on Al-Jabr 57 in a pigtail of a shipwreck, Braedon is reduced to a off-brand sigil. Ozone, burnt sugar, and wet dog flood the sensors, all needles bent. Fortune has undone his legs, Sly and Robbie, seeding a compass rose on a new world. Restless sugar sand erase all memory of animal joy. Al-Jabr is trouble, round and dangerous.
Annotated mobile phone pics for the attention-challenged (2008-2010) and now writing from the Future (well, 2021, it just feels like the future).
QUOTES
"Every story is a cup so empty that it can be drunk from again and again."
- M. John Harrison
"What to hope for, what to undertake if not the formation of some object that can do without us?"
- Paul Nouge
"We don't need to see anything out of the ordinary. We already see so much."
- Robert Walser
"Sudden prayers make God jump"
- Anthony Earnshaw
"The future rips like stocking on (mis)sed gendered legs"
- Lara Alonso Corona
"For knowledge, add; for wisdom, take away."
- Charles Simic
"All matter is the dust of ancestors."
- Nikolai Fedorovich Fedorov
- M. John Harrison
"What to hope for, what to undertake if not the formation of some object that can do without us?"
- Paul Nouge
"We don't need to see anything out of the ordinary. We already see so much."
- Robert Walser
"Sudden prayers make God jump"
- Anthony Earnshaw
"The future rips like stocking on (mis)sed gendered legs"
- Lara Alonso Corona
"For knowledge, add; for wisdom, take away."
- Charles Simic
"All matter is the dust of ancestors."
- Nikolai Fedorovich Fedorov
SITES
ESCAPE UNDER
Index off, drift true
put under the unanswered
sanitized Satan
put under the unanswered
sanitized Satan