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A new Wyoming photography portfolio from Twister Marquiss

Twister Marquiss

A bunny the size of a teacup feasts in the clover, ears lit up in salt-pink light.

Our eyes searched for the island, but ahead there was only overcast.

At Pompeii the little dog lay curled and did not rise but slept the deeper.

No more laughing like the waves. No more ocean of words to drink from.

“Ki o tsukete!” she called, and he knew the words. Be careful.

Not the Olympics, the guard said. Just chuck yourself down the tube.

We began to obsess over water, where it came from, where it was going.

Sweet breath hard breath. Every breath a stone-cold bird in thaw.

As a child I wanted to behold the elusive squid, the patience of eels.

give me a fish and I will make a necklace of its sharpest bones

It was the way of the world: everybody wanted someone else.

Dr. Zee knows his son is struggling up out of some chemical fog.

I read an article and learn that the gloomy octopus has three hearts.