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my colleagues and i agreed to meet at headquarters once the mission was complete. but i fell in love with the target and could not complete the termination. now we live on the run. at first he loved me for my sacrifice and for the protection I provide him. but after years of shiftless living, moving through alien cultures, assuming false identities, leaving friends behind, the fatigue of our precarious lifestyle has undermined our connection. if i could die to protect him, i would. but this would only leave him exposed. my only option is to destroy the agency completely. i must live long enough to do this. and then i must let him go, give him his freedom.

» Posted By Clayton On 06.14.2015 @ 1:18 pm


It began with one or two leaves tripping up, then down, like dancers rising and falling from sudden slumber into poise without purpose. Suddenly a gust blew hundreds of dancing leaves into a chaotic mass, expressing both the random microscopic perturbations within the wind and its larger funneled force, like a flock of zombie birds, twitching but moving as one this way and that in response to an invisible power.

» Posted By clayton On 03.21.2015 @ 11:50 am


It came over the loudspeaker, an ancient device that was among the many artifacts in the compound that miraculously still worked. Something had waited for us, for someone, to come. Perhaps it was the age of the place that gave it a patina of mystery, or the small miracle that after millenia this tomb of another age contained functional automata. We are accustomed to seamless, self-directed technology, fully integrated with biology. This place reminded us of the awkward beginnings of the machine, its clunky but evocative whirrings, cracklings, the voice of the engine so long silenced, risen from the dead, absorbed us completely, distracting us from the message. “This is not a test. Lockdown commencing. Brace for impact.”

» Posted By Clayton On 01.27.2015 @ 7:45 am


destroyed by a human extinction event, they’ve been buffaloed. private ranches, and “wild” national parks. goodbye.

» Posted By Clayton On 01.25.2015 @ 10:46 pm


Getting ready. Almost ready. Need more time to comprehend. Cram, contemplate, consider. Delay of adulthood, greater preparation, advance of the species, delayed gratification, adaptive developing brain. Smarter for not doing, for considering, but at last must act. Was it enough?

» Posted By Clayton On 01.24.2015 @ 3:33 pm


The oranges were thrown from the truck with such force they arced through the air in a great wave. A moment of orange beauty until the truck itself lifted, rolled, and crashed down into the dirty roadside ditch, its tires spinning furiously, finding no purchase in the thick southern air.

» Posted By clayton On 10.08.2014 @ 4:38 pm


She hesitated, partially extending a hand, then drew back. Though it could not possibly be construed as her fault, nevertheless her face said she felt sorry. Others in the group simply looked at him with pity, sympathy. But she looked on the verge of an apology.

» Posted By Clayton On 10.06.2014 @ 3:17 pm


Every Tuesday they come, the kids from the local school for the disabled. It’s hard to connect to them, but I always say hello. I know this is important time for them. Time to feel connected to the larger world, needed, capable of a meaningful contribution. They sweep the stairs leading from one part of the botanic garden to another. They wash windows. But mostly, their big smiles and enthusiastic greetings make my day brighter.

» Posted By Clayton On 09.15.2014 @ 12:18 pm


the sticky air makes my clothes stick to me like a second skin. it cloys in my breath. it weighs down the bird’s flight, the bird’s who take cover to the densest shade in the trees where the moisture condenses and feeds mosses and lichens.

» Posted By Clayton On 09.09.2014 @ 6:12 am


the sage filled her small kitchen garden with its scent in the late morning as dew evaporated in the sun. its long blue flower spike jutted above the parsley and rosemary plants near it. a hummingbird, perhaps drawn by its scent, floated down, and hovering in mid-air slipped its long slender beak into each flower, delicately, slowly, lovingly.

» Posted By Clayton On 09.06.2014 @ 7:54 am


The gust blew all the papers from my hands. They dispersed and developed the physical shape of the wind, arcing through the air and then back down to the ground like an attenuated, disjointed sail.

» Posted By Clayton On 08.25.2014 @ 11:59 am


Stand your ground. Last man standing. Standing tall. Standing for something. Do you have any standing? When the apes stood up. Perspective is knowledge. Vision provides more information. We all want to stand on top of the world.

» Posted By Clayton On 12.18.2013 @ 11:29 am


The clear cutting strategy was, in its entirety, a misdirection. On the surface it appeared to address the issues of fire and firemen safety, but the ancillary impacts would lead to greater fire risk over time as well as environmental damage of incredible scope. The problem was the false dichotomous argument pitting fire safety and environmental conservation against each other, rather than seeking a common solution.

» Posted By Clayton On 12.14.2013 @ 1:51 pm


The ombres rode their horses down the arroyo to where the body had lodged between two boulders the size of small houses. Arms and legs akimbo, the eyes and exposed flesh picked clean to the bone, blond hair hanging over the partial face. A red checkered flannel shirt hung in tatters, but the riding boots looked as good as new. On the corpse’s left ring finger was a silver band with a large diamond mounted prominently on top. A woman, then. Last alive on a horse near the mouth of canyon country. But if she had been caught in a flash flood during the monsoon two weeks back, where was the horse? And why had someone who could afford that ring not been reported missing, her white face all over the news? They looked at each other darkly and rode away from the scene without a word spoken. They were running late, and their cargo must arrive at exactly 2:30 a.m. in Nogales.

» Posted By Clayton On 12.13.2013 @ 1:49 pm


There is a chain of events, in an infinite regress that undermines their Truth, which makes up me and you and everything we know. Perspective determines if this threat to Truth tells you that we are all One, or that all is illusion. Or, as holds ascendance today, a comfortable middle way, easy to live with, but always disappointing.

» Posted By Clayton On 12.09.2013 @ 4:02 pm


a weighted choice. special. an ephemeral and undefinable characteristic that separates children on the playing field, candidates under the vote, and who goes home alone from the bar. instinct contains a special wisdom that can be surprisingly right, and spectacularly wrong. and it is instinct upon which we act at moments of the greatest import, when without thought, we choose who to accompany us through the trial.

» Posted By Clayton On 12.07.2013 @ 1:08 pm


I saw grids along the landscape arching along natural ridges, becoming curvilinear, oblong, squares becoming quadrangles, the iterative relationship between abstract and actual, man and nature.

» Posted By Clayton On 12.03.2013 @ 8:35 pm


Things that happen to other people: earthquakes, accidental poisoning, revolution, typhoons, sea level rise & other effects of climate change, extinctions, air poisoning, economic failure, aging, death.

» Posted By clayton On 12.01.2013 @ 3:22 pm


Trumpets sound from castles and temples. How is it that the Mormons are the inheritors of all things fantasy medieval, outside of literature, in America. Although fiction is apparently their forte in many respects.

» Posted By clayton On 11.30.2013 @ 6:52 pm


Unthinkable, shut out, denied, unthought. All lies. Our capacity to imagine innocence is a critical part of our imagination and human experience. Suspended disbelief is leverage, making it possible to separate out time and space to develop new ideas. It’s like social evolution, tiny isolated islands, laboratories where the rare and new can flourish uninterrupted by the overwhelming reality that we are largely out of control of our world.

» Posted By clayton On 11.27.2013 @ 11:23 am


I asked him what was the derivation, and he said he didn’t know the etymology. I said the history was vague, could be of French or Spanish, origin. He said English is a mongrel, a language of vigorous but classless hybrids.

» Posted By clayton On 11.26.2013 @ 3:26 pm


Sailing, felling, shelling, falling. Sold. Gone. Done.

» Posted By clayton On 11.23.2013 @ 4:37 pm


Irreverence: easy in church, expected in the lab and student union, offensive in polite circles and at my Mother’s dinner table, breaks the social contract on which we depend. Reverence is for the stifling, straightjacket, stiff-necked, self-righteous, sycophantic, suckers who have traded their own will for dogma and arbitrary convention. Balance is hard.

» Posted By clayton On 11.19.2013 @ 3:59 pm


It is time for sandcastles again. A seasonal event in San Diego, a place of no seasons. Crowds flock, the beaches completely blocked by endless streams of people, like ski slopes at the peak of winter.

» Posted By Clayton On 11.18.2013 @ 4:12 pm


is he mine or hers? or does he belong only to himself? what does the title mean in the modern era? belonging, ownership, or commitment?

» Posted By Clayton On 02.04.2013 @ 11:14 am


separate which means to break apart

» Posted By Clayton On 05.02.2012 @ 10:28 am


semi automatic cars, machines.

» Posted By clayton On 10.25.2011 @ 9:20 am


bulb and white light. It is used to create a reduction in energy bills and is often used in photography to create artificail light, The term is used by poets in poetry

» Posted By clayton On 05.01.2011 @ 9:22 pm


overused, and generally not in a meaningful way. a word that has taken on a politically disingenuous connotation.

» Posted By Clayton On 04.08.2011 @ 11:21 am


I think paperclips are odd, but useful. As complex and twisted their design, their use is relatively simple. Attach. Attach. Detach. Attach. So on. Their use isn’t only limited to clipping together paper though, as their name might suggest. You can be creative with them. Nice.

» Posted By Clayton On 12.22.2010 @ 9:32 pm

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