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We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. The original forest is in the distance, Varosha Resort out there somewhere.

These places are a nexus of fragments and scattered remains. With its strange grasslands and nebulous island in-worlds, and nestled between savage and savant, the savannah is the ideal human environment. The fable bridges a gentle way across.

M. L. Darling intends this space as an opportunity to follow the veins of fable across a landscape with a simian commitment to an aesthetic of evolutionary dreaming.

Please join us.
Your contributions are welcome.

email: morpheusdrlng@gmail.com


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Shape shifter in search of coordinates.

Monday, June 10, 2013


 tread carefully through the slaughter of snails that is the courtyard path
once the fatal crush
soft bodies pierced by shards of shell
nothing can be done but brief remorse

 dash your caravan to the rough then 
slick mollusk
rush the gamut of soles
so quick silver trails come to soil unstopped

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Anonymous said...

Brilliant!

October 9, 2013 at 10:43 AM

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