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encounter with a toad by effieebbtide, literature

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encounter with a toad

a slight wind -- the paradoxical coolness that resonates like bells through the mist of late spring. moths congregate and pile against the window, which pours light -- like rapids -- into the mountain evening. a toad -- the cousin of a rock -- sits on the pavement and watches the dandelions, drier than a catholic, shriveling. you went outside and with a gentle voice, and a touch also gentle, picked it up. it closed its eyes; you took it to a puddle, and sat it down, then you left, then it left, hopping into the coniferous night.

the beginning of winter by effieebbtide, literature

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the beginning of winter

the sun (plus all the particles that make up its purple ghost) rests over the winter-weary streets and, seeing all the people walking with their heads down, recoils and shivers. the building (with the glass all over, exposing tired office jockeys), even as it looms, shows sympathy to the mourning cosmos. there is no sun chicago there is no glimmer in DC the lights are out. the grey days are here. even in the cold, the boiler rumbles. the grass crunches slightly beneath your shoe.

liberty inn by effieebbtide, literature

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liberty inn

replica of the statue of liberty, made of concrete, a beacon for weary motorists stranded on route 66, endlessly drifting in the dusty abyss, stands in front of entrance with her readymade torch. she mumbles into a phone, then hands us a key. a tiny room for breakfast goes unused and the swimming pool is cloudy, the concrete walls reverberating empty chlorine pleasantries, a watered down hotspring dream. above the headboard is a long mirror, spanning the length of the smoky room's back wall, a silvery strip reflecting faded yellow wallpaper with subtle unspecified flowers. the side exit leads to an empty lot, long grass growing out of negl

synthesizer by effieebbtide, literature

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synthesizer

wobbling returns to emergence the sine wave resonates, it is oceanic, fluid, bulbous and bobbing, all at once a whole and not a whole bleeding out salt and tropical fish, its tissue paper curtains covering the last ruins of the forgetful earth a hole, yet not an absence but a presence of a triangle a missing number, unsevered flowing together, keyboard abstractions, not there oh but it's melted snow the opposite of noise a vague feeling of nothing and presence, wrapped up in a paranoid returning it's like argon -- like chlorine without lungs, veins without organs, pain, inert inertia slippery spine breaking on the ice. the moon

bowling alley, fairfax by effieebbtide, literature

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bowling alley, fairfax

children of march warmth -- the dust hovers over the parking lot a winter ghost. faded coca cola logo affixed to the concrete slab of a building. here: french fries are expensive all the patrons are old men the lanes are smooth a lonely party balloon hovers by a scoreboard the shoes are too tight rubber duck claw machine re enter exit diet coke can knocks over with the wind that's the tree's whisper.

message for the milky way by effieebbtide, literature

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message for the milky way

the mirror you stand in is a reflection of a river you stand in, a reflection of a stone that in the heat of the day is warm by the coming of sunset earth's last wrinkling seed is decaying, and superseding it are the ophanim-head many-winged nightcrawlers who weep gamma rays and pray, behind their stargazing eyes, to remember the home they remembered several lives ago oh sonar, oh radar, oh radiophonic monarchy please boost your signal so our kin can hear our pleas for a tomorrow that we begged for yesterday and let us wade in that river. amen.

high-rise by effieebbtide, literature

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high-rise

all the city’s a womb, a constant buzz, a dim blue night that a river bisects. you huddle around the window and gaze at the faint traces of the sun left in the sky’s retina. midnight is just a suggestion that lingers in the back of your filament brain. the wordless candle, its aura. ask the dawn for a kiss. the bed is your doom. the night’s black mist bleeds. when the sun has regained some confidence, its reach on the land reestablished, its lucid eye alert, you hide from its gaze. you cower from the great daisy in the recesses of inverted sleep; 6 in the morning to 3 in the afternoon. rising out of yo

november by effieebbtide, literature

incandescent yesterday by effieebbtide, literature

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incandescent yesterday

oh LCD night! the incandescent yesterday is burning to the touch-- my cathode-ray tube dreams, once switched off, leave a film of electricty that leaves a shock on your finger whenever you touch the doorknob. the streetlights turn off when i step under them and only when i look to them they glow. i must have passed by this light a thousand times and not once did i stop and think of it as anything but a dim, yellowed, moth-ridden reminder of the departed souls of roadkill underneath. how many secrets are hidden beneath this concrete? how much bubbling rage does gravel conceal?

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Artist // Student // Digital Art

Feb 4
United States
Deviant for 8 years
crouton.net/
They / Them

My Bio

https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/effie-rollins for my work for sale! a bit outdated though

my name is effie or limbo, a UFO-bound lovestruck wreck creeping their way thru the milky way's arm. i'm influenced by a variety of sources -- midcentury conceptual art, figurative expressionism of any era, sci-fi, post-structuralist philosophy, childhood dreams and the ocean chiefly among them. i make a lot of digital art and sometimes traditional work and sometimes poetry but not really that much poetry nowadays. i'm approachable so don't be scared to talk to me... i like talking, unless you're mean. i'm trans, an INFP, 5w4, if you're into that personality stuff, and an aquarius sun and aquarius moon, if you're into esotericism.

Favourite Visual Artist

edvard munch, marcel duchamp, robert rauschenberg, jasper johns, penelope umbrico, tracey emin, van gogh, august natterer

Favourite Movies

the shining, a nightmare on elm street, brigsby bear

Favourite TV Shows

jeopardy, channel zero, steven universe

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

the unicorns, islands, oneohtrix point never, erik satie, chopin, weather report, spiritualized

Favourite Books

a thousand plateaus, the picture of dorian grey, the shining, 2001: a space oddity, linguistic bodies

Favourite Writers

e. e. cummings, allen ginsberg, gilles deleuze, foucault, derrida