Categoría: little chews
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“he was a kind of dreamy drunk” by John Yamrus
he was a kind of dreamy drunk whohad beentrying to gethis act together for years. first,he gave up weed, thenthe pills,which werenever really a problem, andthen hestopped drinking Jackand did nothing but red wine. but,that got to betoo much troublewhen he saw himselfturning into a bit of a snob,especially around…
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Video 4 “a butterfly on my skin, Book 2” by Christina Chin and M. R. Defibaugh
“a butterfly on my skin, Book 2,” is free to download. Here’s the link to the chapbook, which includes an intro and wonderful review by a prominent President of the British Haiku Society and a Japanese shortforms editor, Jerome Berglund. https://ko-fi.com/s/2346b3af9c
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4 Sets of Response Poetry by Helen Pletts and Yongbo Ma
rain talking to night in darkness雨在黑暗中与夜晚交谈 conversation stretches in soft tongues,she is singing in silver, midnight hears her,the rain exchanges. Midnight is a listener,his dark mouth open wide, catching herchattering sounds scattered in the water 雨在黑暗中与夜晚交谈rain talking to night in darkness 对话在柔软的舌头上延伸，她以银色的声音歌唱；午夜倾听她，雨交换着话题。午夜是一个倾听者，他张大漆黑的嘴，接住她散落在水中的喋喋之声。 Poetry by Helen Pletts 海伦·普莱茨Translation by Ma Yongbo…
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“The Weary Traveler” by Alice Baburek
Micah Wellington sat at his cluttered desk. His mortgage payment was overdue, and so was his enormous credit card debt. He had to figure out which account to skim for the cash he desperately needed. He had been stealing from the company for the past five years, searching for the…
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“Shoe, Part 4” by Bill Tope
2009 Shoe frequently fantasized about Amelia and experienced her in episodes of astral projection and in tortured dreams. She was frequently with child or in the company of her husband. Stevenson’s hostility was palpable. Shoe blithely passed through these moments and travelled elsewhere. It was not until almost three years…
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“Shoe, Part 3” by Bill Tope
2003 “Shoe,” said Amelia in a disappointed voice, “what happened at work today?” After being fired, Shoe first visited a tavern, where, fortified by five schooners of beer, he went to his girlfriend’s house. “You heard?” he asked unnecessarily. “Jerry told me he had to let you go,” replied Amelia…
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“Shoe, Part 2” by Bill Tope
2002 Back at work, during lunch, Shoe sat with Amelia Heini, the fetching brunette he had spied days earlier and to whom he had taken a fancy. He was chatting her up when she said, “What do you think of analepsis and prolepsis, Shoe?” Shoe, who was blissfully ignorant of…
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2 Flash Fiction Pieces by Luanne Castle
The Elbow-Shaped Shard Hid Under the Grassy Tendrils Outside the Thrift Store She reached down to stroke what had to be a teacup fragment. Perhaps from a donated set, someone had left this behind as trash. Very little was waste to her. That’s why she frequented the charity shops. Why…
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“Shoe, Part 1” by Bill Tope
2002 Shoe’s eyes snapped open, and he tipped up his head, but was struck with such dizziness and lightheadedness that he immediately fell back on the mattress and shut them tightly again. What in hell had he drunk or smoked the night before to be this hungover? he wondered bleakly.…
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Video 3 “a butterfly on my skin, Book 2” by Christina Chin and M. R. Defibaugh
“a butterfly on my skin, Book 2,” is free to download. Here’s the link to the chapbook, which includes an intro and wonderful review by a prominent President of the British Haiku Society and a Japanese shortforms editor, Jerome Berglund. https://ko-fi.com/s/2346b3af9c
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“Evergreen” by Bill Tope and Doug Hawley
Daphne and Stu stood at the picture window overlooking the front yard of their mother’s home, talking quietly. “I don’t know,” said Daphne, “Something’s not right with Mom.” Together they peered out the window at Mildred, who was busily watering her vast garden. “How do you mean?” asked Stu. “She…
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3 Poems by Luanne Castle
Wadded Tissues Her old jacket hangs on the hook–smelling of autumn walks— and something stays my handfrom throwing it on the donation pile. She would climb into it, tug the sleeves,ready to walk stiff as a toy locomotive out onto the broken sidewalk litteredwith maple and oak leaves. So I…
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3 Poems by Casey Quinn
when tested behind the housetall trees take it firstthin trunks, close togetherleaves flashingtheir pale sides the windcomes through the gapbetween garagespushes hard enoughto make the fence hum some trees bend lowtops shaking fasterthan their basesa few branches scrapeeach othera dry clicking sound one trunk splitshalfway upnot loud just a dull…
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A Little Silliness by Peter Lingard
To fly like a birdis not too absurdThe wings of Southwestmight help us the best To swim like a fishis more than a wishTo plunge into wateris all that we oughta~~ To write a poeminstead of a tometakes a few secsand not much text To write a tomeinstead of a…
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“Asha” by Bill Tope and Doug Hawley
Asha sashayed across the London tavern floor, looking every bit the exotic, strikingly beautiful Indian expat. As she walked, men turned on their barstools to regard her, thinking, I’d like some of that. But Asha was not available, at least not to them. Ignoring the others, she stopped at a…
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