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The Interview – Part Two

It is dim in this room. Candles burn richness in the air. Like something savory baking. I am excited and I am nervous. Whiskey shifts in a glass of ice. Jazz unwinds, trailing a sultriness in the way the record ripples. I imagine lips peeling away from lips. A shadow glides across the room. The silhouette...

The Interview – Part TwoCebo Campbell

The Interview – Part One

“Mr. Pascal, this will not be time travel as you’d expect.” Dr. Andrews leaned his weight onto the desk and adjusted his glasses. “At least, not by the near silly standards set by television and science fiction movies. That distinction needs to be clear if you wish to move forward in this trial.” The doctor...

The Interview – Part OneCebo Campbell

Autumn

Crisply, bracken snaps under boot. The leaves are wet reds And terracotta drips onto brown. Sweet air burns While lakes resolve quietly becoming glass. Somewhere A Ferris wheel turns and the young make love In the tall grass where birds sleep. The warmth is man-made. Slowed are the captives of time; Declining tenderly. The world turns an attic of unremarkable things Unwilling to fade or to...

AutumnCebo Campbell

As Long As We Are Humans

Save me and I will save you. Else they break us in two. Forward, now, with the wolves behind us — By and by, I see dreams deferred but unforgotten; festering yet in places Where city cars breath louder than the earth And blue lights paint the edges of everything, Where the sun burns bright enough To dry a raisin. What I know...

As Long As We Are HumansCebo Campbell

Summer Children

It’s not enough that oranges hang in the trees. Or that catfish whiskers uncurl in clear rivers. The hours sag and withdraw like bodies in hammocks. So little time. They suck from water hoses, the summer children, and skin pears with buck teeth. Flowers run wild enough to lose their names. But it’s not enough. Tobacco dries...

Summer ChildrenCebo Campbell

The Road

The world is not round, man, not at all. It goes on, from mountains to canyons, undulating like a frequency—the rhythm of grand living. You can feel it. Smell it. A lesson learned where the white pines stand back to make way for grass uncivil and flowers with colors but no names. You’ve seen it....

The RoadCebo Campbell

Futerra Couch

The red couch is the oldest object in the office. Other things are made to seem old, as this is the fashion nowadays. Neoindustrial lamps turn up at every street corner as do tabletops made of reclaimed wood. Still, nothing in the office owned space in the world beyond a few years, save the...

Futerra CouchCebo Campbell

Lesson

A storm sagged the June sky until it purpled. Wind moved the grass. A field that stretched on until the earth curved and disappeared. They sat on the porch together, one rocking and one still. "What is it feel like? To be dead, I mean?" "It ain’t like nothing." "Does it hurt?" "No. Burns though, like a muscle's been used too...

LessonCebo Campbell

Rhythm In Design Composition

Everything has sound. Everything. A lesson learned the summer after I nearly failed English over Tennyson’s poem, The Brook. My teacher challenged us to read the poem to ourselves. Euphony, my teacher professed, was the magic of the poem, and our final was to tell the class what we heard as we read it....

Rhythm In Design CompositionCebo Campbell

History of Future Men

Forest It might have always been a tree. For a time the lodgepole stood in Montana, tall but unremarkable, among a forest of others, dressing the green mountain grade near the Wyoming border. Everyday, the tree reached towards the sun, a silent and lifelong trajectory set at seed to be fulfilled as course; a whole life, decided and unchanging....

History of Future MenCebo Campbell

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I get asked quite often what I do for a living. The simple answer is, I make stuff. I make stuff with my bare hands, with code, with colors, with words. I aid in making the people around me realize their optimum selves. I make my mother proud. I try to make my kids happy and encourage them to contribute more than they consume. I make sure self comes first. I make money. I make my own luck. I make a pretty solid french toast. And I do all that I can everyday to make the world better than it was yesterday.

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The Interview – Part One

Autumn

As Long As We Are Humans

Summer Children

The Road

Futerra Couch

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Rhythm In Design Composition

History of Future Men

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About

I get asked quite often what I do for a living. The simple answer is, I make stuff. I make stuff with my bare hands, with code, with colors, with words. I aid in making the people around me realize their optimum selves. I make my mother proud. I try to make my kids happy and encourage them to contribute more than they consume. I make sure self comes first. I make money. I make my own luck. I make a pretty solid french toast. And I do all that I can everyday to make the world better than it was yesterday.

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