Categoría: little chews
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“Nowhere and Nothing Are Huge Places” by H.L. Dowless
Nowhere and Nothing sure are huge places to be,Like being in outer spaceI suppose,Or faraway on a distant sea,If not somewhere in the middle of a desert.I feel the same way when I’m inside a hundred-acreData center run by robotsWhen I need a job,You know? It’s tiring and mighty boringRambling…
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Thoughts on Gambling by Dominik Slusarczyk
Some people love gambling. But the odds are always in favour of the house. The odds are stacked so that people are overwhelmingly likely to lose all their money if they continue to play. If they want to make money off gambling, they have to get lucky at the beginning…
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“Broken Trust” by Bill Tope
Crystal turned to Robert. She said, “Don’t ever touch me again!” His hand fell away. “When you cheated, you lost me forever,” she declared. “You can’t mean that. We’ve been together for years.” She stared at him. “It was only one time; we can start over.” She shook her head.…
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“First Date (Geoffrey)” by Peter Lingard
I wait at a table, worrying about the flowers lying on the starched covering, inconveniencing me, and using elbow space. I remember my father’s words from long ago, “Take your hands off the table, Boy. Resting them like that will weaken your core, turn you to flab in no time.”…
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“Crossroads of the Past” by Alice Baburek
Streams of sunlight bounced off the golden sand. Rolling white caps eased their way onto the deserted beach. Another beautiful day at Sands Beach. Iris Templeton opened The Sands Thrift & Antique Shop to two women waiting outside. Her shop on the boardwalk had become her saving grace. Many tourists…
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“Surviving anxiety, growing through the pain” by Carol Anne
I learned the language of fearbefore I learned my own name. It tucked itself beneath my ribs,counted every heartbeat,turned each silence into a warning,each tomorrow into a cliff. I smiled with shaking hands.I laughed with lungs that forgothow to hold air.I called survival a personality,called exhaustion “being strong,”called disappearingpeace. Anxiety…
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“Guest” by Yongbo Ma
In early morn a guest leans by the south windowshaking apart slender bamboo shadowsbamboo leaves drift down upon the stone stepscast off long robes, we sit and drink wine side by sidethe guest’s face wears a dim subdued light By noon his words turn plain and mildhe talks of farmland…
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“The Thing That Fell To Earth” By John RC Potter
That Saturday morning in the summer of 1959, 12-year-old Bobby Vicker’s head was full of the book he was reading (for the second time). It was Jules Verne’s From the Earth to the Moon, and he had seen the film at The Majestic Theatre in the nearby town of Cornersville…
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“A Hole in My Heart” by Bill Tope
I awoke with a start,then became aware ofthe clamor from myTV. Instantly I reducedthe volume. Don’t want to disturbMom, I thought, andI was mindful of thelate hour. Then I gazed throughthe open door, downthe hall at Mom’s roomand discovered thather door was shut. Then it all came backto me. Mom…
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“UNDER A ROWAN TREE” by Strider Marcus Jones
under a rowan tree,wet wings over me-open metaphorically,to drippled drenchesthat soak through sensescombing ecstasy. the long grass sways with rhythmic dancingoblivious to times passing,and murmurs flake from summer windon bough awake with happening- afterwards,in whispered chords-the pollinated pieces of confessionpout love without repression,watching pagan sunthrough rowan blossom.
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“1914: At a White Oak in Teasdale, Alabama” by Bill Tope
The boy stopped walking to stare up at a huge tree, from whicha colored man was hanging.The tree was a white oak, strong and tall,and buffeted by a light wind not at all. The trunk branched off about twenty feetup, affording space for the man who hung there.The bole continued…
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Featuring “what it feels like to be run over: (mm/dd/yyyy)” by Kate LaDew
Author’s Synopsis I have always loved history, my favorite subject in school, my favorite subject now. I love searching through old books, old documents, microfiche (the shhh-khhh of the glass tray sliding against metal!), anything that makes me feel like a desk-bound Indiana Jones. Old photographs, old films, postcards, letters,…
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“Spectator Sport” by Bill Tope
Roger approached the snow drift with acautious eye. Since he began using acane late last summer, he’d been overnearly every kind of terrain, from grassyslopes to graveled parking lots, but withmixed success. He made this identicaltrek, three blocks from his home, acrossthe highway to the convenience storeand back, probably a…
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On Work by Dominik Slusarczyk
Most people work. And work is the worst thing imaginable. Work is awful. The majority of people get up at seven so they can be at work by nine o’clock. Add commuting, and people are at work for ten hours a day. And that is only if they don’t have…
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“On Ne Sait Jamais” by Bill Tope
Standing at the water cooler, Stan, a 30-something actuary, turned to Amy, a co-worker about his age. “I think I’d like to get to know you, Amy,” Stan told his colleague of long standing. Amy pulled her chin back an inch and regarded the man with a puzzled look. “Stan,…
