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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

Youth

Look at all those dandelions Stretching, leaning towards the sun. Their fragile spores, fearless against the changing winds, All so they might shine Before the sun sets.

YouthCebo Campbell

82 words on her

She removes her jewelry one item at a time. Rings first; fingers liberated of gleaming bonds surrendered on a nightstand. Her wedding ring flashes under lamplight. Next is her necklace, which slides down the shadows of her chest As she unclasps. Bracelets take time, as she must undo her right wrist with off hand. Last are the earrings and the...

82 words on herCebo Campbell

Counterpart

Rifles hang over the children and the long gun barrels drag, making lines in the dirt behind their small feet. The older boys carry rifles high on their chests. The simple act of endurance becomes a badge. Together, the boys are a collection of stones—-hard, dark, shaped by time and collision. Their days blend. Weeks...

CounterpartCebo 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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As Long As We Are Humans

Summer Children

The Road

Futerra Couch

Lesson

Rhythm In Design Composition

History of Future Men

Youth

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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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