Etiqueta: little chews
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“her dad” by John Yamrus
her dad wasdifferentfrom other dads. hetook goodcare of her, andshe loved him, but hecried a lot,and sometimes helooked scared.
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“Me, Myself” by Doug Hawley and Bill Tope
“Why are all of these people ghosting me?” Steven exclaimed, addressing an empty room. “People have things to do,” counseled Willy, Steven’s inner self. “They’re busy. They can’t just wait around breathlessly for your emails and then respond accordingly.” “Why not?” challenged Steven hotly. “Because, lover, they have lives.” “I’m…
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Odes to Buddhism, Part 2, by Yongbo Ma
Ode to Maitreya The dream-responding peak ranks among the five sacred hills.Xuedou Mountain towers high, bathed in the breeze of mercy.Sack slung o’er shoulder, he traverses mortal lands.His heart contains heaven and all earthly trace.The colossal bronze statue, unmatched worldwide.His smiling eyes pierce all worldly divide.He dwell among mankind, not…
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Nonfiction Micros by John RC Potter
Broken English My sister, Jo, and I enjoyed having fun. This continued into young adulthood. We often went for drives on Sundays. On one jaunt, I suddenly had an inspired idea. I stopped the car near a boy who was in his yard. “Ein Flugzeug aus Rio landet gerade!”…
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“Life is hiding amongst the coral” by Ken Tomaro
some people have seen the Taj Mahal in India, the Great Barrier Reef I have seen an owl staring me down from five feet away before it flies off from one tree to the other wild turkeys wandering in the middle of nowhere blurred cloud edges in a completely focused…
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5 Poems About Time by Richard LeDue
A Dead Kiss Listening to Ronnie Drewsing about a time dead enoughto need the afterlifethat’s born from music,and the way it waswas different, which some hate,even if others back then didn’t thinkabout future history booksas they made love,leaving the present feelinglike a dried-out flowerthat could easily be dismissedas trash or…
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“Temptation” by Gargi Sidana
Apple- eye lenses Vermillion skin Cotton-laced fingers Thy brothel of my heart Succulent and placid Tranquility sits on your lips Petunia dabbing swollen blues Swirling around! Swirling around! In a loop of adultery Bomb-shell gaze Cherry-kissed lips Rectangular laughter I call you my eveAh! I ate the forbidden fruit Fruit…
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Odes to Buddhism, Part 1, by Yongbo Ma
Selflessness Amid Mountains and Rivers A Buddhist temple perches on mountains, framed like a painted scroll,Half hidden in wooded valleys, half soaring into azure heights.A secluded nook peeks out amid a thousand peaks.Majestic ridges form an expansive courtyard of ten thousand hills.From shallow perception to profound integration with all creation,From…
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“Gesture Poses” by Bill Tope
The girl on the modeling platform was not nude–she was naked. Working for the university’s Art Department, she reluctantly provided a randy art instructor with a spectacular fantasy life. In his mind, he raped her again and again. Nor was he subtle about it. He coaxed her to assume a…
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“Shadows of Silence” by Alice Baburek
The parking lot was empty.Estelle Lancer studied her cell phone as she stepped outside. It was 3 p.m., and there was no service. She looked up to find her vehicle, but to her amazement, there were no cars—not one. The concrete area was overgrown with weeds. Dark clouds hovered above.…
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“My Best Friend” by Bill Tope
Dr. Arnold Schopp, DVM, glanced at the caller ID; he didn’t recognize the number. The time was 5 am. Picking up his landline, he said, “Hello?” “Oh! Hi! My name’s Livy. You don’t know me, but I got your number from the men’s washroom at The Stagger Inn, the tavern…
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“The Fawn in the Forest” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
So they walked on together through the wood, Alice with her arms clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out into another open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air, and shook itself free from Alice’s arms. «I’m a Fawn!»…
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2 Poems by John Yamrus
he knew her as Nancy, but, sheremindedhim of Jane, so,just to be safe,he called her Debbie, and atthe end of the day,it really didn’t matter, becausehe only saw her once, and thatwas the summerhe turned seventeen, andhe knewas sure as Shakespeare did, thatall the world’s a stage. ~~ wearing only…
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“Lost in Translation: Three Poems” by John RC Potter
Sometimes Sometimes,I miss you.I can’t forget you.You’re not far awaybecause I can never forget Indonesia.I remember one daywe went to a mountain.This mountain is too high,you said to me.You can’t climb;foreigners can’t do it,turn around, go back!But we walked there,to the top of the mountain.You and me, together.At the top,…
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“Beers and Moonshine” by Peter Lingard
After work on Friday, my friends and I headed to the beach for a barbecue. Those who got off early dug a pit and started the fire. Latecomers like me went to a supermarket near the town square and purchased beer and food. Patsy brought bottles of her dad’s homemade…
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