Categoría: Gobblers
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Break Your Code Every Time by Scott Outlar
drastic measures, comfort of feathersa nest in orbit, haven’s hearth warmest serenade, choir of angelstiny white dot of light, full surrender caution, red siren, warning pulseover eager, tempted by destiny dual patterns, tension pointrubberband snapping, flesh and spirit then the storm, perfect pardoncleansing reprieve, just being alien vibrations, cacophony bloominganswer…
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Get Black on White: an Overview of the Poems of John Yamrus by Peter Mladinic
The short-story writer and poet Raymond Carver said get black on white. John Yamrus lives that adage. He doesn’t think about doing it, he does it. An original, reluctant to call himself a poet, his poems have the intuitiveness of Emily Dickinson, the grit of Todd Moore, the street-smarts of…
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Herbert Hoover by Luisa Zambrotta
“Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.” (H. Hoover) Herbert Hoover (August 10, 1874 –-1964), America’s 31st president, took office in 1929, the year the U.S. economy fell into the Great Depression. Even though his predecessors’ policies contributed to the crisis, Hoover bore much…
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Melts of the Evening by Gopal Lahiri
The city is facing you with wrinkles and dark patches, drawing topographies of unexcavated regions. . You dream about the opera house open wide to an endless symphony, the pole star flowers a smile on your eyes. . The waft caresses with no blinking thoughts, you run around and become…
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Artificial Intelligence and the Future of Books by Edward Ortiz
The topic of artificial intelligence (AI) continues to be at the center of seemingly every conversation and news story. I, for one, read or listen to something about AI on a daily basis. From trying to find consciousness inside AI, to books being rejected because of undisclosed AI content, to…
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Look at the Sea, Jack by J. Ré Crivello
“Suddenly I turned my eyes toward the landscape and said in a low voice: —Look at the sea, Jack. The sea, clinging to the shore, stared fixedly at me. It stared fixedly at me with its great green eyes, panting, like a beast clinging to the shore.” (p. 130, *The…
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Spiritual star by Susana Cabaço
You cannot see the stars during the day, but the stars are still there. The bright light of the sun simply hides them from your view; it doesn’t delete them from the cosmic canvas. Much like the stars in the sky, the spiritual star inside you also goes unseen at…
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(Sir) Roger Casement by Luisa Zambrotta
Roger Casement’s grave. The capstone reads “Roger Casement, who died for the sake of Ireland, 3rd August 1916”. On 22 July 1916 George Bernard Shaw’s letter protesting the execution of Sir Roger Casement was published in the “Manchester Guardian”. The playwright had already sent that letter to “The Times” newspaper,…
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Azoth’s Daughter by Tony Ashenden
When your eyes hook to the morning star still and shining, free from tears; sleep warm lungs slake the cold unfeeling air. Untold thoughts of troubled dreams disperse and the earth untrammelled by your feet awakes. And as your senses find their root in earth The pretence of…
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To-do List of Lady Dracula by Munmun Samanta
A page from Lady Vladimira’s Journal Vol. CCCXLII Lady Vladimira’s Nightly Journal Vol. CCCXLII, Est. 740 A.D. Personal & Confidential: Trespassers Will Be Drained Friday: 13. Anno Domini 1889· Transylvania Standard Time The night is young. The village is sleeping. And Lady Vladimira Rosalind Carmilla von Duskmore, third daughter of…
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We Should Have Seen It Coming by Lynn White
To begin with the dark parts were small tiny black squares in the brightness, we should have seen it growing recognised its full potential noticed the blurred edges allowing it to creep outwards imperceptibly almost invisibly. And now there’s hardly a space between the black parts and little space for…
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Wherever you are by Susana Cabaço
Things may not always be perfect, but, ultimately, they truly never are. It’s life with all its nuances and shades, with all its challenges and even storms. Still, while in the midst of your trials, make sure you are not forgetting to acknowledge the calm, the beauty, and the goodness…
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Cause of Death written November 12, 2011 by julie Sheppard
A blessing has come from having the condensation line bust in my ceiling. Yes the mess that came from water pouring from my ceiling into my living room created a big mess. Which also meant that there were a lot of things I had to temporarily move, and the mess…
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Digital Brain Queries — 01: God by J. Ré Crivello
Note: Queries are made to the AI built on 5,000 published articles by J. Ré. You can ask at this link: https://cerebrojuanrecrivello.netlify.app/#1_WIKI%2FHome.md The question of God runs through the work of Juan Re Crivello more as an open wound than as a resolved dogma. A reader of the Bible since…
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Conversations with My Cat — 11 The Black Tulip by J. Ré Crivello
“Mr. President: The black tulip will open in about ten minutes. As soon as it opens, I will send a messenger to beg you to come and fetch it in person from the fortress of Loevestein. I am the daughter of the jailer Gryphus, almost as much a prisoner as…
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To Chat —or Learn Languages by J. Ré Crivello
“The prostitutes on the second deck were desperate, fixing their nails, combing their hair, lying in the sun like lizards. The students came down from first deck, hung around the women, and ended up chatting, fraternizing.” (p. 227, Jorge Amado, The Old Sailors) To chat! This phrase is truly pre-technological.…
