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fiction by David Lee Wright;
Albuquerque grateful—
Writer, reader, baker.
Albuquerque grateful—
Writer, reader, baker.
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· Apr 14
surface of the sun living on the roof
Louise instructed, so I keyed-in the code; my disguise unsteadied in proximity violations.
January 29, 2026 at 12:05 AM
Louise instructed, so I keyed-in the code; my disguise unsteadied in proximity violations.
As Louise listened for signal and symbol, a ghost page jabbed onto a clip—common, unspecific words: finishing or fishing or closed out.
January 28, 2026 at 12:05 AM
As Louise listened for signal and symbol, a ghost page jabbed onto a clip—common, unspecific words: finishing or fishing or closed out.
Id tramped down the undergird of a train cart, quacking traffic sounds, diverting my screen, beaming numbers away in check back to resource.
January 27, 2026 at 12:05 AM
Id tramped down the undergird of a train cart, quacking traffic sounds, diverting my screen, beaming numbers away in check back to resource.
Indifferent city bell tonight, reaching forest station independent sleep, four quadrants contraband paper nestled to my palm.
January 23, 2026 at 8:00 PM
Indifferent city bell tonight, reaching forest station independent sleep, four quadrants contraband paper nestled to my palm.
Hidden by marks at Stock Still, my city block mined in fire, Id paid Avenue without a drink, a dreary withdrawal returning me to signal.
January 23, 2026 at 12:05 AM
Hidden by marks at Stock Still, my city block mined in fire, Id paid Avenue without a drink, a dreary withdrawal returning me to signal.
Before Id passed, a warning from Marshall: better prearranged endings than hunting the dark.
January 22, 2026 at 12:05 AM
Before Id passed, a warning from Marshall: better prearranged endings than hunting the dark.
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Everything’s a scam, a gamble, a fake, a posture, a shakedown. It’s disgusting. I’ll be a loser — a misser-out-on-“opportunities” — in this world, and I’m absolutely fine with that.
January 21, 2026 at 5:40 PM
Everything’s a scam, a gamble, a fake, a posture, a shakedown. It’s disgusting. I’ll be a loser — a misser-out-on-“opportunities” — in this world, and I’m absolutely fine with that.
Instead of a steel beam, piecing combinations, Id supposed, fashioned into a garrote built onto the center stage.
January 21, 2026 at 12:05 AM
Instead of a steel beam, piecing combinations, Id supposed, fashioned into a garrote built onto the center stage.
Veering away from the road, the crowd mystified by Louise, I reinstated my cloak.
January 17, 2026 at 12:05 AM
Veering away from the road, the crowd mystified by Louise, I reinstated my cloak.
Struck cymbals closeup.
January 16, 2026 at 12:05 AM
Struck cymbals closeup.
Burnt lightning to taste.
January 15, 2026 at 12:05 AM
Burnt lightning to taste.
"In the end, it's your fault," Louise wanted to joke. "Always the smallest parts desirous more time."
January 14, 2026 at 12:05 AM
"In the end, it's your fault," Louise wanted to joke. "Always the smallest parts desirous more time."
As sleep, losing spinal fluid, I gelled into my bone trying to wake up.
January 13, 2026 at 12:05 AM
As sleep, losing spinal fluid, I gelled into my bone trying to wake up.
In turns of words, Id nodded sign and semitone clicking from a place where Louise could watch how I moved toward the road in answering her call.
January 10, 2026 at 12:05 AM
In turns of words, Id nodded sign and semitone clicking from a place where Louise could watch how I moved toward the road in answering her call.
"Gut's alive," Louise whispered. "What's living on your brain?"
January 9, 2026 at 12:05 AM
"Gut's alive," Louise whispered. "What's living on your brain?"
Id coughed my last pint behind the alleyway dumpster.
January 8, 2026 at 1:11 AM
Id coughed my last pint behind the alleyway dumpster.
No signal from the house.
January 7, 2026 at 12:05 AM
No signal from the house.
Louise checked back a thousand meters, "Gateway bridge. Decamped in the field."
January 6, 2026 at 12:05 AM
Louise checked back a thousand meters, "Gateway bridge. Decamped in the field."
One last confidence heist furrowing me out from Avenue.
January 3, 2026 at 12:05 AM
One last confidence heist furrowing me out from Avenue.
What counted tonite was to guard my character until mountainside.
January 2, 2026 at 12:05 AM
What counted tonite was to guard my character until mountainside.
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A new year is a gift--
January 1, 2026 at 8:16 PM
A new year is a gift--
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Parece que tengo ya lectura para las vacaciones de navidad: "Iconophages: A History of Ingesting Images"
October 24, 2025 at 9:06 AM
Parece que tengo ya lectura para las vacaciones de navidad: "Iconophages: A History of Ingesting Images"
Centuries gone, Id spotted the first buzzard dressed in shredded armor, an emptied sheath high over its belly, a knife sharpened crest spun above its head, circling the sun; the great hawk saw me terrified inside the glass, colliding into waves of copper light hidden in shadow.
November 27, 2025 at 12:05 AM
Centuries gone, Id spotted the first buzzard dressed in shredded armor, an emptied sheath high over its belly, a knife sharpened crest spun above its head, circling the sun; the great hawk saw me terrified inside the glass, colliding into waves of copper light hidden in shadow.