Randee Silv

THREE WORDSLABS Scissorkicks: Nay. Negotiable. Nope. Lightning strikes the smell of neglect. Echoes wander. (Day)dreaming. (Day)tripping. Compass points unleashed for eternity start off the week in 2nd position. A single book hangs from a clothesline waiting. Soaked. Scripted. I hurry into a run. Seared contentions spill into memoed crevices. Scenarios switched after emptied rotate collectibles hurling at paper lanterns. Backgrounds posing for foregrounds crawl as slow as caterpillars chasing slugs. Doubts stare into mine. Potholes. Tracking holes. Buttonholes. Etcetera etcetera. Forget-me-knots act as cover. Avenues: Three times. Six times. Twenty times over. Seasonable cadences peer and pry from sunup to dawn. Groundless. Needless. Needless useless. There’s this monotonous pulling apart of overrated portals hardened hard. Lustering gapes. Painted soot. Circadian stormings rummage through craving whims mid to halfway. The event, the same event wipes trivial bellows from memory. Yours. Mine. Erratic. Akin. It just can’t be this and then that and that then. Coincidences noted. Recorded henceforth. Lone motifs muse over ditching. Heed. Yield. Disable. Unotherings. Unotherings. It’s not a misspelling. Doggedness: Sounds from the outside were seemingly coherent. Prankster deities slipped jumbled concoctions under doors. Edgings loop. Bait tested. Predictions read faster than decoys. Erasures of memories pull & rise & split like atoms. Neither was sure until eyes met. It was impossible not to agree with disagreeing. Horizons of pallid fields juggle calls against calls. I keep shuffling the deck. Dice twirl like a toy top. I dreamt about thinking of nothing. Beyond. While. Therefore. Returning to the end gains velocity. The momentum of complexity is ready to drop.

Randee Silv’s wordslabs have appeared in Word for/Word, Posit, Bone Bouquet, Datura, Otoliths, Die Leere Mitte, Farnessity (dancing girl press) & elsewhere. She’s editor of literary journal swifts & slows: a quarterly of crisscrossings, and publisher at Arteidolia Press.

 
 

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