July 2009
13 posts
This is it.
All good things must come to an end, right?
And so The 5Lights Project has come to an end. It was a great couple months and we worked with some ridiculously talented musicians, writers, photographers, film makers and artists during that time. The quality of the work being posted was only getting better. However, Lou and I are moving on to (hopefully bigger and better) new things and are no longer...
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Be Calmed by Star St. Germain
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“I wonder what it would be like to be not particularly pretty. Passable, you know?” Halfway through my point, I realize it isn’t something you can say out loud, so I look out the window, bite the edge of my straw, wait. “Like me,” she says, in between stabs at her salad. “Yes, exactly,” I think, with that part of me that hopes to, one day, be forgiven. I...
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Reckless by Star St. Germain
“Look how much better my legs look like this,” she slapped his forearm with the back of her hand, a gesture that was at once familiar and rebellious, the words, “Don’t touch me while I’m driving,” hung in the air but were brushed aside . “Hold on, Sally,” he said. He flipped on his turn signal and squinted past her into the side mirror for oncoming...
I’ll Let You Watch by Star St. Germain
Muscles Better and Nerves More
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I think, No wonder you didn’t, couldn’t love me. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I think, Look who I have become. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I take off all of my clothes and I turn around and I slide my arms up the wall and stick my ass out just so, just enough, just the way you taught me. I’m already wet by the time I look over my...
WE'RE BACK!!! (next week)
Next week Month 2 of 5Lights kicks off.
Boy, that sentence was slightly less than explosive. Hm. How bout:
MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY!!!!! WE’RE BACK, Y’ALL, GONNA RUN THIS WEBSITE RIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT WITH A STEAMROLLER OF AWESOME!!!
BE THERE, UNLESS YOU’RE IN JAIL, AND IF YOU ARE, BREAK OUT!!!!!
Yeah, that’s better.
Monday we’ll be starting up with a whole new...
June 2009
18 posts
The Story I Would Never Tell
This is the story I told myself I would never tell, no matter what. You’re so young, so very young and sweet and trusting. You cry at the thought of us not spending our lives together. You’re searching for a home because you don’t feel like you have one, not that house on the hill and not that place across the tracks. And I’m stopping by your work at night, after you close...
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There Have Been Some Complications
This is a new thing, see? And new things sometimes do not go/happen/operate/act the way we want them.
You were expecting to see a video here, today. Yep.
And yet, there is no video.
You’re surprised, maybe a little confused, your brain is reading this text, very aware of the fact that it is, in fact, text, and not video.
This is not a mistake.
Video didn’t happen this week. Life...
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Easy To Please King
This was the sun: a broken blood vessel on the arm of the horizon, red and orange. This was the sky: purple and gold and blue, clouds swollen like great bruises. This was the rain: the touch of soft fingertips, the sound of a distant crowd, the smell of damp newness. This was the king: young and ashen and once handsome, tarnished scepter in one hand, hem of ragged cloak in the other, mud-mottled...
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Blackberry Jam by Kay Pettigrew
(Kay has a...
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WatchThe Consumed and the Followed, at Daybreak by Traci Matlock
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DEATH CAN BE SWEET
Death can be sweet, he said. Like drowning in blackberry jam.
I met him somewhere between where you are and where I am. It was dark, the stars stark and sudden, our breath colored with cold. Or maybe it was day, bright in the park, the grasses scurrying under our feet, joggers moving along the spider web of sidewalks. He does not look like they say, neither skeletal nor hooded, neither...
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Orbit by Kay Pettigrew
(Kay has a request: ...
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WatchTidal Locking, part one by Traci Matlock with Ashley MacLean or Rose and Olive.
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WatchTidal Locking, part two by Traci Matlock with Ashley MacLean or Rose and Olive.
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The Moon Has Eyes
She slept on the dark side of the moon. She slumbered in unearthly silence, no violin of crickets, no braying of the neighbor’s baby, no wind stirring at the windows. She curled under her favorite molehill of moon like a lunar dog, the dust rising and settling with her breath in low gravity. From earth, with a powerful telescope, you might see her as a small hair in the ear of old man moon,...
The 5Lights Project
Welcome to the 5Lights Project.
Awhile ago Warren Ellis had posted an idea on his site called ROTOR - essentially a rotation of artists generating content for free online. We liked this idea, specifically this part: “tumblr version of same: one writer, one illustrator, one photographer, one musician, one video/filmmaker = five slots.” So we decided to make it happen.
The 5Lights...