by Lucy Arnold im thinking of finding a car thief tonightbecause im wondering if he knew you surely he didnt randomly think, yeah this househe must have known youand im desperate to know youyou held me when i was born buti know nothingi have your ashes, your notebooks, cassette tapes you recorded, a fucking book […]
by Martin Willis I was just twelve when I first understood that maps could be deceptive. Not the harmless kind of errors—like a misspelled name or a river drawn a bit off—but the more profound kind of deceit, the sort that wipes entire places off the face of the earth. It all started with
by Margaret Pearce Once upon a time there was an Institute of Technology inhabited by Administration (busy), teachers (conscientious) technicians (eccentric) and sundry member of the V.P.S.A. It was an old overcrowded little place. The Administration (busy), struggled with Murphy’s law that anything that can go wrong will and prayed for better days. The teachers
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by Terry Barr It’s not often that I think about the 80s band The Fixx even though I liked them and they had more hits than you might think. I love how lines come to me when I’m trying to think of the way to get into a story, too. They say you don’t always
by Anthony J. Mohr I. The object of the game is to conquer the world by occupying every territory on the board, thus eliminating all your opponents. —Rules of Play for Risk, Parker Brothers’ Continental Game I cringed with my soldiers in Australia. There was only one way in and one way out— through Indonesia.
by Linda Maria The last leaf of autumn clings, a trembling scarlet against November’s gray. Tomorrow, thewind will take it too—this final punctuation mark in the year’s slow exhalation. Petals forgettheir names first. The rose abandons its red, the violet its purple, until both become the sametranslucent brown. Even the sky, that relentless optimist, surrenders
by Susann Cokal When my mother died, my grandmother told me it was the saddest thing imaginable, a child dying before the parent. They had had a difficult relationship, but of course a mother must grieve the loss of her daughter. I took a spoonful of the ashes to Denmark, where Mormor lived and
by Yuan Changming 心房: heart house for a soul to dwell in心扉: heart door always ready to be opened心鼓: heart drum to be beaten rhythmically心匣: heart case where to store one’s feelings心镜: heart mirror to reflect one’s inner self心田: heart field in which to grow the seeds of hope心原: heart wildland for the will to
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by Margaret Kathryn Warren she conjures a collage of living tattoos: beetles creeptoward knees. a toad smirks, looking at a can of soupshaped like a pack of cigarettes. a mushroompatch dances in purple above her elbow. Muse isn’t happywith the fox on her breast. though it winks, its feetwrinkle at the ankles. the fur smudges,but
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by Michael Baldwin Grief entered my earlike fingernails clawingat the blackboard of my being Grief found your holein my souland set to chewing its edges Grief smelt of burntbeans boiled drywhen I returned from hospice Grief looked at mein the mirrorand saw you here beside me Grief came to mein a dream of youreaching unreachably