Categoría: a short story
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On Your Mark… by Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
Run, children, run! Take note…the Jacaranda trees bloom. Their showy clusters of pale purple point the way to tables adorned with vibrant colors – sunny yellow, bright orange, passionate red. Your laughter sounds like that of any other child. You swing around a pole to…
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he has to be stopped by Bogdan Dragos
the authorities keep following him around town searching for him They’ve been playing this game for a time longer than they care to remember Thus another urban legend was born The beggar poet Not much difference between a beggar and a poet anyhow but this one angered the blue uniforms…
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Mr Tambourine Man: analysis by Luisa Zambrotta
Kandisky – 1939 Mr Tambourine ManThe time is early morning after a sleepless night. The narrator calls on Mr Tambourine to play a song and says he will follow him. In the course of the four verses he expounds on this situation often using ambiguous imagery, though the desire to…
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to hide from one’s thoughts ok late by Bogdan Dragos
he comes to the park at night to try to stop thinking It sometimes works It just hasn’t worked ever since he kept finding her there by the basketball field in the dimmest light managing only the lamest throw of a ball to ever be witnessed What’s wrong with her?…
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Censorship & Michelangelo by Luisa Zambrotta
The Last Judgement. The Last Judgement, painted by Michelangelo from 1535 to 1541, in the Sistine Chapel, Rome, was the object of accusations of immorality and obscenity from the very start. Vasari recorded that the Papal Master of Ceremonies thought this composition of writhing, muscular nudes was not a work…
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We Were Characters By Gerard Yelle
And I played an actor and she played the boss’s daughter. She was in bed with a fever and the sister I was talking to wouldn’t follow the script and it rained with all its might and it felt like bombs aggravated with aftershock and a landslide about to bury…
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DIFFERENCES by Jeffrey Zable
Of course, each person is treated differently, and for a multitude of different reasons, but some of the main reasons are surely related to how they look, how much money they have, power they control, and, of course, what they can do for the person who is seeking their attention.…
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Mr Tambourine Man by Luisa Zambrotta
Mr. Tambourine Man (Bob Dylan – 1965) Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there ain’t no place I’m going toHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you Though I know that evenings empire has returned…
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You were. I was by Katya Mills
you were seeking (leaving your work behind. the loneliness clawing) you were wanting. needing a little something to look at (we were both young and far from family) and talk to i was (chipped pink slates for nails. undercut uneven. saved money to cut my own hair) awake travelin subway…
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FARAWAY FLAMENCO by Maike Steeden
In faraway places he puts on a showPicado style, tirando and tremoloThe maestro with his cedar-wood guitarPlayed flamenco style in the local cafe’ barThey say he was the best musician in all the landAcclaimed, adored, always played on demandBut suddenly his world went cold and so darkWhen from the shadows…
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hunting for entertainment by Bogdan Dragos
well, shit the weekend is here and along with it all the voices «What are we gonna do?» «Where are we gonna go?» «Who’s gonna be there?» «Who else is coming?» «How many of us?» It’s crazy and the clubs and the bars and the restaurants and all the venues…
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A Shepherd’s Tale by Tony Ashenden
Consider, discuss, decide as you must. A boy of nine I was, given to play? Yes- but impatient to grow. A minder of sheep and goat, not quite a shepherd, you understand. Arab Jewish Samaritans, lowborn we were under Roman rule in the land of Moses. …
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Waking Vigil by Neil Brosnan
Ned is feeling the strain. Squeezing his eyes shut, he shakes his head in an effort to stop the hall floor tiles swimming beneath his feet, and pushes the front door shut behind the last straggling sympathiser. Returning to his chair beside the coffin, he grimaces as another knock sounds…
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Blue (2) by Luisa Zambrotta
In Hinduism a lot of gods are depicted with blue-coloured skin, particularly those associated with Vishnu, the preserver of the world and thus connected to water. Shiva, the destroyer, is also depicted in light blue tones and is called blue-throated, for having swallowed poison in an attempt to turn a…
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Nothing could stop me by John Coyote
Nothing could stop me. Nothing could stop me from seeking you. A gentle summer breeze caressed my face, warning me of a new journey to touch. Nothing could stop me from following you, walking near the small lake. Your long blond hair flowing in the wind and the gesture of…
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when going into the silence by Bogdan Dragos
work day’s over it is 9 PM Time to just go home and allow the silence to take over No, I shall not hit the town as they call it I don’t care I have nowhere to go but a dark room imbued with solitude to sink into these days…
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