Mythic arena         red planet         hot heart with spear and shield   —    Reports of barrenness                   may have been               overstated             life springs unlikely       or sprang               recently enough       suggests it could        spring on […]

I Am Immortal All emotion is pleasure. Remember that. Hard for me not to fanboy over you. Your robot eyes flickered a violet and marshmallow hue that seemed to chide us. It was just a little harmless virus. Rain and fire wimpled decal stickers stuck across the video game box. So the hero must travel […]

https://fenceportal.org/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/London-Air-as-All-Air-read-by-Ken-Walker.m4a The only time Parliament left town, they blamed the boreholes. In Joseph’s canoe, arms were found floating next to clovers growing out of the pestilent mudbanks. Bazalgette begged others to consider the miasmic as if it could become an occult. But before the king, there was the crown’s cause beneath all those irretrievable, counting […]

Backward to Zero On the unclutter levelness of a tabletop, A still life performs stillness. One falls Into language. One fails at language. One feels one’s way by way of words. Thought’s structure branches, and like roots Confronted by obstacles, contorts. The tension, contained, is called nightfall. To keep from levitating, one lies down In […]

https://fenceportal.org/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/Danos.Fence_.Empathy.Spectators.m4a EMPATHY Cattle herd, rattled, rumbled the pale gravel roads Rushed through orchards, trampled shriveled apples A spectacular view          Where I was looking I saw a cow’s brown eyes—an exchange of glances flooded with panic & choice Then, she strutted right up to me I swallowed hard a short lifetime When […]

https://fenceportal.org/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/Primordia-Study-by-Kaitlyn-Airy.m4a         with end words by Jean Valentine Concerning vibrations & pitch a stone is never silent. Consider the walls they spackled around me, singing as all stones do. It is not easy being your anchoress but someone must listen. The body is a window upon which the world presses little showings. […]