Excerpt: 'The Absolution of Roberto Acestes Laing' by Nicholas Rombes
Another 60+ hour night. So black even Rachel’s flares can’t cut through it. Growls from mine closer, clearer. Drones disguised as birds in flocks again…
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So like a movie version of a movie / on the purple faded couch in the basement / in Tontogany
Read MoreHow many times do we have to kill / The death star? First in movies and then / In real life. And then it flowers again against the blank / Black sky of our imaginations.
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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