Category: Entertainment
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Chronic, Traumatic, Eden
At the base of the hills he met Emma, as they had done every day this summer, at 6:30. Their togetherness had become a kind of record; proof that one another had existed this and made the most of the long evenings. “Do you remember finding that tree that was struck by lightning?” Emma might…
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Hopeful Apocalypses
Though I don’t have the pedigree to write voluminously on hopeful apocalypses, a friend of mine earned his doctorate in ancient apocalyptic literature from the University of Edinburgh and, with luck, we’ll get him on here sometime in the future to write a series entitled either Age of Apocalypse or Apocalypse Now, we haven’t really…
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Retainer On A Bedside Table
When you meet him, try not to look too much into his eyes. And try not to look too much like you’re trying to avoid looking into his eyes. When you meet him try to remember what you’re saying, don’t let your train of thought leave without you because his eyes are glowing too blue.…
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Thunder-turtles
“Thunder-turtles!” That’s the watchword, and it means feet hidden in foliage, flag hauled out of sight, napkins full of white chocolate-chip cookies stuffed up our shirts. We can’t still the shaking of every leaf in the tree, though. I bite my lip in a mix of hope and fear and in the back of my…
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Green Witch
Plants were powerful vessels. Even the grass in the ground was green with unspoken vitality, woven into their fibers by the delicate hands of mother nature. Admiring the plants in the room, I murmured their incantations on the tip of my tongue, teasing the potency of the spells that rested in their roots. The air…
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A Life Winding Down
A flickered visit todayClear, blue eyesProvide brief recognitionOf a year unknown.Am I five or 45 today I wonder?A smile has liftedShe wears a blue pin-flowered blouseLoose, nothing too sexualWith smoke grey tall slacksClean, pressedA button undoneOpening to a padded white braPerched in a shining metal elder prison.Earrings to matchAlways was dressed to the TJean Nate…
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have you ever looked at the birds? they have stories…they have to have stories.just as the movements i make are intentional, so must be the bird’s. moving from one home to the next, escaping its present reality to be replaced with a better one- maybe.they still have to face the wind, storms, and rain.and so must we…all the same. Featured Download: If…
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rubies
that familiar medicinal smellinstantly reminds her of hospitalsand bracing for a shot methodically, she douses cotton ballsand swabs the swollen lobesof newly pierced ears crimson angrythe reflection in the mirrornot what she bargained for disappointment and regretyou are the unwelcome gifts on her twelfth birthdaya first in a long line of lessons Featured Download: If…
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Safety
The day after we buried my grandmother,we went to the shell that was her house.The only place I had known my entire life,was now not a home of safety,but a house of little welcome, We saw what was left,after family, friends, and the house clearance had takenanything of value.Left behind was what I took, for…
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Lies My Mother Told Me, or The Seven Deadly Sins
Working is unfulfilling.Romantic love between an aunt and her nephew is beautiful.My worth lies in the number on a scale.Looks are more important than brains.Taking prescription pain medication every day is normal.What can I do to help?Things are more important than people. If you repeat a story enough times, people will believe it, even if…
