Categoría: a short stories
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In Masticadores, we return from vacation by j ré crivello
Although it’s hardly been noticed, some editors and writers are returning in the latter part of the year. And Masticadores is nearing the end of its 5th year. We love this magazine, which is published in so many languages, in different countries, on diverse blogs, and with the personality given…
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I’M WORRIED THAT TOMORROW YOU WILL SAY THAT I’M THE PAST | Lê Vĩnh Tài [461]
Lavender farm, Tasmania. Photography by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh TàiTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương TrâmPhotography: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm You’re thinking about the past, it’s not a watch or a bell ringing, as March begins to flower you could already feel the coffee berries…
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Crazy enough to see heaven in you making it with your writings, dear by Bogdan Dragos
and all they had under the overcast sky was a small boat they shared The old man would drink from afternoon till morning and sleep all day He wasn’t good for much. Had cancer of the liver and enough kidney stones to add about a newborn’s weight in his core…
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“The Long and Short Of It” by Walter Bargen
Previously published on MasticadoresUSA RSVP Your promises of paved horizons,of 57 Chevys parked in bedrooms,licking licorice curbs and no braking allowed.A wrangler of illicit black holes,space traveler in black jeans,surfing lips of gravity waves,tangled in un-unified shoe string theory─I should be there if I don’t get tangledand bound in parallel…
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Writing with the Senses — Hearing —02 by Teagan Riordain Geneviene
Sight, Hearing, Touch, Taste, Smell Hello, everyone. Welcome to the second in this series of writing process posts about using the physical senses in our writing — Writing with the Senses. In this series each installment will focus on each of the senses: sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell. Last…
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September 21st , 19 BC. by Luisa Zambrotta
Publius Vergilius Maro (born 70 BC) died on September 21st , 19 BC (Before Christ) This Latin poet is the author of the Aeneid, the national epic of ancient Rome, modelled after Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey The Aeneid is widely considered Virgil’s finest work and one of the most important…
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Summer of 42. by John Coyote
Summer of 42… I told the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. You are my Summer blessing and my sweetest dreams. She asked me. Can we watch the Summer of 42 and Love story tonight. We will eat popcorn, drink some sweet strawberry wine and you will hold be close. I…
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Schopenhauer’s car by Bogdan Dragos
he was working on it for the past nine years and the car still wouldn’t start It was still sitting, rotting, in front of the apartment complex he was kicked out from after that messy divorce from nine years ago He wasn’t much different before though. Every time he’d have…
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GOT THE BUTTER BUT NOT THE BREAD by Mike Steeden
She’s got a husband and a loverA puppy dog; a nipper in his pushchairSnow white teeth, painted nailsShe’s skin and bone but doesn’t care Her husband has a mistressHer lover a knife and an old 45So what, her black varnished nails are flakingHer heart beat’s fast but she’s alive Streetwise…
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Permanently Childish by Gerald Yelle
I was about to jump in the shower when I heard my cousin say Yolanda was playing the drums in the high-school marching band. I knew it couldn’t be Yolanda. She was in the Poconos. I said I think you mean Miranda. Something in the way he laughed made me…
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The boat on Sông Hồng | by Mai Thảo
Phu Quoc, Vietnam. Photography: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm A short story in Vietnamese by Mai ThảoTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm[Tặng bản dịch này cho cậu Ly Doi , người động viên bất ngờ – cheers to the impossible!] Picture a boat dock in a small town. A winter afternoon. Cement…
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stay in the game by Bogdan Dragos
he found one crumpled cigarette in his breast pocket straightened it gently, expertly between his palms put it between his lips and lit it He was on the roof watching the afternoon skies a bit drunk He pointed at the plume of smoke he exhaled and said, “The trick is…
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Living Life… by Tony Ashenden
Private as we might like to be we travel from place to place where people, nature, and events leave timely marks upon our face. It matters not how much we own whether we purchase, rent, or lease. Journeys of change are best by far. Ultimately – they give us peace.…
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For the Love of Non-fungible Tokens by © KJ Hannah Greenberg
“It was just a digital painting. Are people really that bored? That rich? That stupid?” For Nachman and Anya Silverberg and their extended families, there was no “business as usual” during the pandemic. Rather, there were a series of crossroads, at each of which uncomfortable decisions had to be made.…
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THE SECRET WORLD OF SLEEP by Luisa Zambrotta
Excerpted from “The Secret World of Sleep: The Surprising Science of the Mind at Rest”, by Penelope A. Lewis. You are terrified and running along a dark, narrow corridor. Something very evil and scary is chasing you, but you’re not sure why. Your fear is compounded by the fact that…
