Etiqueta: little chews
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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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5 Poems by Lynn White
And Here We Are In Wales This is a grey place,grey slate, grey granite,grey houses built of both.And it rains a lot,vertical, horizontal,or swirling rainfalling greylyfrom heavy misty clouds. But when caught by a sunbeam,it makes glistening slidesshimmering across the slate,and falls in bright white tailsor snakes like silverwhere the…
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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,…
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Divination Hollow Reviews Reviews “Butchers” by Todd Sullivan
Butchers drops you into a fully developed vampiric society in South Korea…. Yes, I am on record stating that I am not a big fan of vampire fiction. That being said, the novella format, the quick chapters, Todd’s talent, and the freshness of a story in South Korea kept me…
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“Unfinished Winter” by Yongbo Ma
You shall grow mature once this winter passespure garments part the chilly airwater flows ceaselessly within your sleeves When winter wears awaysome things shine sharp and dazzling brighttoo piercing for the eye to hold in sightlike half an abandoned plowshare buried in snowmirrors lay bare every hill and hollow Sunlight…
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2 Love Poems by Andrew Cyr
After Nadia, Before Myself Darkness, sun-etched,evergreens swayed,pine scent waftedbehind the mountain.Nadia rode her high horse,tied me in knots. I was where I was,a puddle of myself,stepped on, forgotten,our photos—shards. A noose, appealing,a stale attic, unforgiving,a step stool—I took it back,a short drop,days alone sold me short,a long way back,I lost…
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“Terzetto: An Italian Suite” by John RC Potter
Camera ObscuraThis darkened chamber that is your heart,taking these mental picturesand making love a mere art. An image begins to take holdwhen this light is reflected.Shadows begin to take shape as another love is deflected. I am a camera: a blind, unblinking eye on you,gathering evidence from the printsin a…
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5 Pieces by Mykyta Ryzhykh
The name of the nameless Like the escaping sand time, the trap for the survivor slams shut. Fear is like a bird cornered in a room in tight dust that can never be drunk. This swan thirst for silence that can never be quenched and only death. And only death…
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“Under the Radar” by Roy Eisenstein
I came in just under the radarAll dressed up in invisible ink and misdirection My pockets jammed with excuses and alibisMy heart safe in its holster All my mistakes and foolishness came home in echoes of accusationsChoruses of petty angels with their passion for inflicting injury It’s true I used…
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2 Poems About Being Different by Snigdha Agrawal
Keeper Of the Quiet Much after the shockof bearing a muted gene,she learned the powerof that tiny switchtucked behind the ears.A secret lever, others never see,Yet she can summon at will. When…the world roars, dogs bark in unison,traffic screeches, drills go off,and horns blare,bliss is hers with just one click.Serenaded…
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“She Breathes Denial” by Destiny
I watch herShe stares deepinto nothing, yetfeelings wash overher masked faceever so randomly A glimpse intoher mind, yetfear warns thedangers of gettingentwined Surface deadbut woundscarved deepDraws you closereyes that plead This dark trancecurtain of falsityhides her turmoilalmost perfectly I’m tempted toknow, but to doso I must enterher world andbare myself…
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“Peaked” by Bill Tope
I open the refrigerator door and peekinside. My beer is there. Good. I feela sense of relief, as if a balance hasbeen achieved. I have to keep at leastthree 24-ounce Bud Lights on handfor each evening. But I cheated thistime, substituting a 32-ounce MillerLite for one of the Buds. More…
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On Time by Dominik Slusarczyk
The only you who exists is the you you are right now. The you you were yesterday died and is now gone. That you will never exist again. It is a defining characteristic of moving through time that you change over time. The you of the future does not exist…
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“Before the Rain: A Diptych” by Dale Scherfling
I. Dale A young girl steps into the afternoon, and the day lightens, though the sky is low and the air already smells of rain. I’m walking my dog when I notice her two houses away, tall for her age, blond hair streaming beneath a blue helmet as she rides…
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“Hiatus” by Bill Tope
“I’ve lived without you for eight years,” said Sadie. “What makes you think I’d take you back now?” Albert leaned against the doorway, calmly examining the woman he spent nearly twenty years with before his sudden departure in 1990. His still-handsome face was inscrutable. His gaze, which could melt the…
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5 Poems by Carl Bernard Schwartz
BITTER OLD MANNow 77, widower, empty nester, still have a few friendsI’ve known for almostmy whole lifelately been watching TVnews and views, also on Facebook, where inretrospect, I see that I have,in that venue, too many of the wrong friendsThey appear on TV shows and offer opinions that reflect my…
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