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Manik pulled up to the curb, powered down the engine and looked across the dusty roadway at the diner.
As if on command, the neon sign over the doorway sputtered to life, strobing weakly at first before coming on strong, 'Starlight' in deep blue over 'Restaurant' in brilliant orange, with a sky-blue arrow underlining both before turning up toward the night sky.
Reflexively he looked up and down the roadway before crossing, a precaution hardwired from youth, wasted for more years than he cared to count.
The door put up a little resistance, the detritus of neglect drifting against it over time, but once he pulled it clear he was able to step inside, and the door closed easily behind him.
Inside it never changed.
The long low diner counter down the left side, stools topped in polished vinyl, the laminate surface trimmed in chrome, screwed neatly along the edge at regular intervals. Behind the counter, several dozen bottles filled a small, tiered back-bar, a black bottle of Hendricks Gin f
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Yosun blinked in the afternoon sun, the viewport on her hazmat suit filtering the harsh UV rays but doing little to reduce the glare.
Her shuttle had settled a few hundred meters from the blast site, the ground compressed into a large bowl almost thirty meters across. Ignition had been seconds before impact, the containment shell having been detonated above the ground to maximize its effect.
Nothing would have survived this.
The damage near ground zero was complete, there were no structures, no bodies, no signs of life. As Yosun walked away from what had been the center of the settlement, signs of what had been a self-sustaining research colony slowly began to appear. Shrapnel from the prefab structures the crew had been sent here with, vehicle debris, fragments of the familiar blue and yellow supply containers from what would have been the landing zone, the remains larger and more defined the further she went.
It was nearly twenty minutes walk before there was any biological detritus.
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head back, beak open
encased in clay, a snapshot
sudden as a nuclear shadow
sparrow trembles inside
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my father lived in India
my father is a man of many colors.
on the nights when the moon stays asleep,
he lotions his palms with pomegranate juice.
the sugared blood pools in the creases of his
skin, staining it India’s red.
sometimes, my father scrubs his hands until
they are nothing but flesh & fruit rinds.
when he was younger—all skinned knees and pocket
knives—he must've slipped on a thousand marbles.
my father’s father was a welder who rolled and spun
steel into tiny spheres.
when he died, my father’s hands became blue and
free of pocket knives. to this day, he keeps a bag
of marbles on our mantle.
from time to time, he shakes the cool metal into  
his open palms and waterfalls it back and forth.
see, this is the trouble with blue hands:
they never let go of the things that scar them.
they try so hard to be red again.
my father doesn't like whistling because
an old woman in India told him it was uncivilized.
she perched herself on the edge of the Ganges River
and kneaded
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to icarus
in the next life you were a phoenix
a fiery resurrection
songbird of ash & second chances
when you flew south for the winter,
you made it every time
see for you, the universe was an olympic mountain
jutting out of the ocean, a temple you would never set foot in
an elaborate maze you'd been lost in for too long;
the only love you'd ever known was from the coalfire
of your father's hands in the dark, they were the most angelic
monsters, they were beacons
his mind was the gears of a clock that never stopped spinning
but the light,
the light was a promise to be seen
the fire, a dancing enchanter that never leaves
the future was an echo on the labyrinth walls:
prince, dream of dove and swift and nebulae,
dream like the lone at night for the warmth of day
you were a golden child, waiting to be found in the darkness
the earth is too flat;
you said you'd go up,
thought you'd be a little closer to the gods
your downed shoulders caught wind of the whisper in the air
—the ground is no place
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DELVE April 2014 by HeyItsSpiffy DELVE April 2014 :iconheyitsspiffy:HeyItsSpiffy 242 51
Mother, eighty-four, took Uncle
James for a ride yesterday.
Drove her brother to the cemetery
To visit Daddy and Mike.
After, she called their flowers lovely,
Then asked, "Where's Daddy?
Where is my Husband?"
For the first time in fifteen years
I dream of Mike, him driving up
In Mother's big Oldsmobile,
Then waiting.  We talk, he nods.
Now, I realize he has come
For Mother.  As the old ones say
To take her home.  I go to her
Bed, grab her hand.  I'm waking,
Mother's hand cooling in mine.
April 15, 2009
Today, my little sister and I
Will go to select a coffin
For Mother.  Eighteen years ago,
I went with Mother to choose
Mike's.  Yesterday, my Mother died.
Like a kaleidoscope twisted,
And twisted, the world
Broken, scattered bits of glass.
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the split the spread the thread
you were standing in the lamplight with all the grace and incident of the black sea
and i sat with a scrape of skin pressing into the carpet uncomfortably.
a shift of light moved us quietly into arms, some forgotten touch newly placed.
the only stirring in all the world was the moving of our chests
which at their crests would touch—a faithful mythology of meeting.
titular gestures carried italics and lost their momentum mid-air.
we were xerics of this arid landscape brimmed with sea air.
the shifts of light moving our bodies glared ceremoniously,
our puckering sensations forming a stunning tear.  
we danced as statues with flesh and touch
more soft and real than our real bodies ever had
and covered the subway floor with our gritty concrete shards
—a bloom of breaking that spread and mixed and marked
that linoleum floor, grounded stone(fire)works.
a warm and gathered silence of togetherness.  
the still beat of murk.
no undoing,
these relics
of movement,
ever made
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Magic Flute
The moment I felt Death courting you
my rib cage collapsed. I curled
into childhood: the strange little girl
always alone, talking to herself
on the playground, thinking she
was whispered a safe solitude
of hush-holy clouds, relieved
to slip away from mating rituals
unnoticed; a detached solitude
seeing only in shades of rock
beneath a surface any touch
or even death couldn't reach.
Listen: Love is the beginning of Truth
you were the first coup de foudre
I climbed and the last amour
out of this place. Wherever
the courtship carried you,
if ever a marriage or honeymoon,
I renounce this waiting of hope;
this solitude of celibate womb;
this misguided Magic Flute -
just to see Love embracing you
before finally surrendering
to my own destined course.
This I promise the Universe.
Image 'Romantic Encounter', 1864 by Mihaly von Zichy (Hungary) 1827-1906 (St. Petersburg)
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the letter that never arrived
as if grief had never hollowed out my heart,
caverns echoing with the memory of a laugh,
as if despair had never stolen my voice
until love whispered in my ear
and I knew what mattered,
to speak
of knowing: there are things
you will decide to protect yourself from,
you must never relive,
and some you must live
and live again,
no matter the cost
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Otherwise Good Condition
I have worn the same dress
for four days, because
I am sick, exquisitely
sick --
black and gold, your drunk
dimestore Nefertiti. A
white stain announces
itself, a muddy star:
she coughed
here. Undo yourself,
those sallow words you drink,
let the silk fall loose. I've got
a face like dirty laundry
and burial grounds --
What I touch becomes
unwell. I wear my hair
like it pains me,
blow kisses
like a little girl
sucking her teeth
at cars, the caked little
tombs of sugar that crumble,
under the hot milk
of the sun.
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Daily Deviations I featured during my time as a volunteer and staff member.

First, mandatory listening:

Northern lights panorama

So, as most of you probably knew before I did, DeviantArt Eclipse, the new version of DA's site layout is out for beta testers now, and frankly, I'm thrilled. The site's needed a visual update for a long time, and an early form of this was on the docket even back when I still worked here. Having said that, I think they fixed a lot of the things the original mocks needed work on, and did a lot that went well beyond any expectation that I'd previously had for a site revamp.

Not least of which being this new journal editor, hello? These editing tools are fantastic. This is basically everything we'd originally wanted Stash Writer to be as users, but cleaner and more efficient. Granted, I'm still trying them out for the first time as I'm typing this so bear with me, but keyboard shortcuts all work exactly the way I'd expect them to, and highlighting text prompts the exact menu I'd expect to see in Google Docs (and I don't have to click an Add Media button to use it!), so thus far, I'm stoked.

I'm getting a little off topic, though.

First impression: I hate dark backgrounds. I've always hated dark backgrounds, and my biggest fear when the rebrand originally happened was that the whole site would go dark. Bring on the light background. It's easy on the eyes, the navigation is simple and easy to figure out without being terribly far from what the average user would be used to, and most importantly (to me), I don't have to strain my eyes trying to read anything here.

Side note, it took several tries to get that image where I wanted it. So, maybe not as instantly intuitive as I would've liked. I wish I could drag the image around once I have it in the document also, but I digress. These are small issues in the grand scheme of things and are easy enough for me to adjust to.

The new deviation page is stellar for images. I love not having the page adjust (sometimes twice) whenever I want to see an artwork at its original size. It's clean, it's fairly consistent as far as I can tell, puts very solid priority on the artwork, and makes for an overall great viewing experience. On the literature side of things, I think the deviation page could use a little work, most notably that the title takes up a good chunk of page space, but actually reading the text itself is super easy and, although I haven't tried it out yet, I suspect formatting literature's going to be easier than it's ever been here on DA.

They're working on literature thumbnails and having preview text, so no need to comment on that as of yet. :P Also, DDs are in the subnav bar on the home page now, and although they were always in the left column of the home page before, having the menu option appear right under the main nav should hopefully help with visibility.

Ikebukuro West Side

It's so easy adding art into Journals now. Two clicks. Love that. I'm really digging how easy it is to share things in Journals now, it's very fluid and simple and low-hassle. I do wish I could select which image showed up in the header with a click, rather than it automatically being the image that first shows up in the journal, but I suppose that's a minor gripe in the grand scheme of things.

So, that leaves one major concern, which is something that goes beyond a visual update of any site and is a problem every site faces, but especially one with the background DA has: where do we go for community engagement? As someone who has admittedly fallen out of the community just by proxy of not having the time to be around, I don't know that I'd know how to navigate the site in a way that would help me find like-minded people, outside of searching for a topic and hoping for the best among the art results. I'm really only mentioning this because I feel like it's something other people will bring up, but I'm gonna be real here: I feel that way about the state of the current public-facing version of DA, too. It's an issue that's gotta be tackled on its own and can't be fixed with a visual overhaul.

But at least once we get to that part of the conversation, we'll be able to have it on a sleek and user-friendly version of the site.

I'm excited for this. Can't wait to see it roll out to everyone.


mohawk menace
Artist | Literature
Hi there! I'm a storyteller of sorts. Here on DA, I was a gallery moderator from 2010 to 2011, a community volunteer from 2011 to 2012, and a staff member from 2012 to 2015. Feel free to say hi, I don't bite!

Deviousness Award

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A deviant for nine years, ikazon is a monumentally influential member of DeviantArt. A champion of DeviantArt’s literature community, he’s contributed his own writing and journal skins to the community since he first joined DeviantArt. In 2011, ikazon became a Community Volunteer, shining a light on undiscovered pieces in both the DeviantArt related and literature galleries. His dedication to the community quickly made him a beloved figure on DeviantArt. Soon after, in 2012, he was hired as a full-time staff member, where he ran multiple community projects, such as the 2014 and 2015 Valentine’s Day Exchange!

However, ikazon’s contributions to the community extended past his time as a community volunteer and a staff member. From contributing journal skins to the CalendarProject to leaving encouraging comments for his fellow community members, ikazon’s supporting presence has been felt all across DeviantArt.

We’re proud to name ikazon as the Deviousness Award recipient for March 2016!
-awarded March 2016


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neurotype Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
ikazon Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2018   Writer
Eesh. I get the sentiment behind it, but that has to be a pain in the ass to deal with for the employees. :V
neurotype Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
I mean, sure, but you'd think people could stop and think about the part where they're basically trying to get millions of people to tromp around in their dearly beloved's remains P:
ikazon Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2018   Writer
I mean, that too, but good luck getting people going to Disneyland to think. :P
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brennennn Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2018
Hi! :glomp:
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