Etiqueta: little chews
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“SHE IS DISEASED” by Duane L Herrmann
The young man arrived at the train station. He was afraid he might be late. He stood on the platform and looked out over the tracks. There he saw a small girl, about three or four, playing in a cardboard box on the tracks. She was so absorbed in her…
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5 Poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
Stone by stone The bird drinks the streamSip by sip The bird drinks the whole streamDrop by drop The bird drinks silenceSilence by silence The bird drinks timeGrain by grain The bird drinks God’s handsEternity by eternityDrinks innocence ~~ Earth earth falls out of the stomachmilk diluted with mothballsmilk bleached…
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“he was afraid…” by John Yamrus
he was afraid… afraidof dark things, strange things, dangerous things, difficultand deep things, andmost of allhe was afraid of her, and thatwas the best thing ever.
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“Can You Keep a Secret?” by Bill Tope
“I don’t know what to do first, Maureen,”lamented the young woman, now carryingher fourth child in five years. “What doesLarry say about it, Lindsey?” asked Maureen,referencing the other woman’s husband. “He thinks we should just have the baby.”muttered Lindsey in a tired voice. “We were upall night discussing it. Larry…
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5 Poems by Carl Bernard Schwartz
EVERYONE ELSE IS WISER THAN YOU Just browse the Internet for a little bit andyou will behold a unique phenomenon: youare a newbie with no standing whatsoever, soposting any kind of comment can get you ina whole world of trouble because of courseyou don’t know what you’re talking aboutunless you…
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“Jose Cuervo” by Bill Tope and Doug Hawley
“I thought I knew you, Baby,” said Dan worriedly, circling round the kitchen table. Baby opened her mouth, but no sounds emerged. Then she laid her head down on the table. “What can I do to help?” asked Dan. Still, Baby said nothing. “Would a little tequila help?” asked Dan,…
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“the only thing” by John Yamrus
the only thing awriterreally has isa usable past andthe timeto put it to use.
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“WHAT TO DO WITH TIME” by Duane L Herrmann
“I’m so bored here. There’s nothing to do,” Grunge said to himself as he looked idly at the books on the shelf in front of him in his cell. He hadn’t read most of them. He reached out and pulled down a book, barely glancing at the title, “Some Answered…
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Poems With Cracks by Lynn White
Death of Empathy When empathy diedthe soldiers could dancein the streets they’d crackedwearing the underwear of the womenwhose homes they had destroyed.And dance they did with pride. When empathy was deadthe soldiers could take children’s toysfrom the rubble of their bombed homesand repurpose them as tank trophiesmascots to be flaunted…
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“Molly at Home” by Bill Tope
Molly Ringer stood forlornly in her kitchen, dutifully feeding her cat, Killer. She mechanically scooped teaspoon after gilded teaspoon of Friskies into the feline’s large stainless-steel dish. With each scoop served, Killer nibbled furiously and then looked expectantly up at Molly for more. This went on for some little time.…
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“Coitus Interruptus” by Bill Tope
It was after midnight, and the clock ticked monotonously on the wall as the eight-year-old approached her mother’s door and pulled it open a crack, allowing a spear of light to penetrate the darkness. It fell upon the dresser, and for a moment, she could see her reflection in the…
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“Another Cup of Coffee” by Bill Tope
Three a.m. Saturday morning found the CornerDiner overflowing with customers, many merelyResting or else consuming biscuits and gravy andOther comestibles in order to counteract the prodigiousAmounts of alcohol they had consumed at the taverns.This was almost exclusively an after-bar crowd. “Hey, Donna Lee, another cup of coffee, Babe,”Growled Mick, a…
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“Por Una Cabeza:” A Hybrid Cine Poem by John RC Potter
“Birds in the Setting Sun” artwork is by the author’s god-daughter, Nisa Winter. You rode me like a weary and worn horse, then put me in the stable, dripping with sweat. Before I had much to eat, and without sleep,you took me back out to the damned racecourse. You forced…
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