Categoría: underground
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One Last Smile | by tea solon
He stood there like a freshly unfurled yellow chrysanthemum, smiling at me, and said, “Good morning, sir!” as I completed the fourth flight of stairs leading to the faculty room. Catching my breath, I smiled back. He stood there, glowing, as if waiting for someone. Then I went about my…
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Listening and Learning, a chat with Willie Torres by Francisco Bravo Cabrera
I would like to introduce to you a phenomenal writer, a spiritual man who teaches in the most subtle and gentle ways things that will, undoubtedly, help us in many ways. This is Willie Torres. I have been enjoying his blog, Being Crazy for Christ (and you might have been…
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Universal magnet by Susana Cabaço
Love is like an invisible magnet, attracting you to sacred fields. It connects you subtly to the ultimate benevolent essence of All-That-Is. Whenever you tune in to love, objectively or abstractly, you are secretly touching the blueprint of the Grand Design that graciously and orderly oversees everything. You are, in…
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The Architect by C. J. Anderson-Wu
Architect Hou was woken up by a phone call. When he got up to answer the phone, he realized the storm had passed, and the power was back. “Come to the National Science Education Center for a meeting.” “For what?” “For the reconstruction of the Radio Station for Education.” “What…
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Button Box by Lynn White
I loved playing with the buttons in ‘Grandma’ Kirk’s button box. She wasn’t my real grandma but mum’s friend who used to have a Chip Shop nearby. When she died ‘Auntie’ Stacey, (who wasn’t my real aunt either), took the money that Grandma Kirk had hidden under the floorboards, even…
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DEATH OR A CHANCE TO LOVE: She licked her wrists as soon as she caught her breath [408:1]
Image: A poem by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Immediately she left the sea for the mountains. Where the swamps were muddy and dark, she clandestinely slips in like a snake slips through the thickets. She licked her wrists as soon as she caught her breath. Her wrists turned into a…
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Talking to Barbara (by Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
Barbara Harris Leonhard is a phenomenal writer and also editor of MasticadoresUSA. Let me say that Barbara Leonhard’s poetry is curated in various literary magazines and anthologies. She has also written a best-selling poetry collection Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir (Experiments in Fiction, (2022), which is about her relationship with…
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Gabriela Marie Milton: «So here I am, armed with enthusiasm, ready to help everyone around me sparkle like diamonds in the sun».
I always ask our interviewee to tell us about an establishment (cafeteria or bar) that she likes in the city where she lives. Gabriela Marie Milton Ah, my favorite bar in the city? Well, here’s the twist: I don’t like any bars! I’m more of a “no-go-to-bars” kind of person.…
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The ethereal panacea by Susana Cabaço
Silence is like an ethereal panacea that smoothly nurtures and heals your personal fields. It brings you closer to your core self, the infinite source of light and life within. In this powered-by-silence soul proximity, there’s self-replenishment, and in your self-fullness that which is blocking your innate luminance is naturally…
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Letter from Istanbul By John RC Potter
“Allahu akbar!” The repeated Arabic call to prayer that issues from the nearby mosque (‘cami’ in Turkish, ‘masjid’ in Arabic) is the first sound that I hear very early each pre-dawn morning. The modern mecca of Istanbul has been known historically as Byzantium, Constantinople, and Stamboul. The historical complexity and…
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The Shiva of Priest by Tony A.
Oh! the stopand the waiting with burningcan’t stop the meeting of water.Can the priesthe with the chalice of silver supposinginvoke, cut, stunt, sever with signsbridals that lovingly torture my mouthpurple and repurpose my soul?In my breast buds the flower, the blossom of summeropened with the focuseye of white lighttouch of…
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The Bloody Thorn Of Understanding by Paul Tristram
It’s Venus flytrap deceptive…being far deeper in importance,and eventual substance…it’s the vibrating partof the “ouch” only.Seeming to merely strip, and take away, at first…it finally becomes(almost blossoms into),a butterfly from caterpillar,mental sleight of hand,magical moment.A “ah, I see it now”,as disillusionmentfinally becomes enlightenment…and a brand newacorn of knowledgegerminates, rapidly,within the…
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The Empty Bed of Marilyn Monroe by Peter Magliocco
It doesn’t matter who you areWhen the lights go out& you find yourself nakedAt the end of creationBefore redundant life plods onIn the everyday banalityMarked by occasional weirdnessUnhinging your memoryHigh winds dislodge youFrom salvation’s peakThe Fates cast sorrows& play their oldies Pop tunesOn your brain’s left side(The one still weakly…
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And Then We Grew Closer To Talk Of Separation by Paul Tristram
I am done gorgingupon the ‘auras’ of Nephilim… I fancya simpler feast… of ‘hearts’and ‘too-good-to-be-true’broken promises. It’s just ‘money’… but, it paves the way,to sticky nectarines,and candle-flame evenings… comfortable,in the (danger) knowledge… that we’resimply stealing ‘honey’from the bees… rather than joining them.Snap your fingers again… and we’ll paythe servants with…
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Central Park A Chapter by John Coyote
A day in New York Central ParkI awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I found my traveling bag. Took out my toothbrush and razor. I went to the bathroom. I left the door open and she appeared and asked.…
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CLEVER GIRL by Mike Steeden
by mikesteeden The Seers in Greek mythology would bind their eyes and be led around by a big protective man. In doing so they could see into the past, the present and the future. It was with that in her mind when she, the grown-up gypsy girl, desided to copy…
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