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Gourmet Wishes

“Don’t forget to water the plants,” she says, and Howard can see genuine concern behind the apparently innocuous admonition. And why shouldn’t she be genuine? It is not like she has bigger issues to...

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True

 

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Yogurt

I never understood my grandma’s smoking habit. It was already the 90’s, for chrissake, a point in time where everyone knows, at least in theory, that cigar smoke is poison. And the corollary was no...

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A New Leaf

There was an inmost coziness between glass and individual. Bear was not yet drowned in it, but they were engaged, one to the other. Very. He sat at the bar, legs dangling over a stool that would never...

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Nobody Will Notice They’re Gone

I’m not what you call a danger-loving guy; never was. Not into rock climbing or up for water skiing. Spelunking down some caves in Texas? No, thank you. And steak and potatoes was always good enough...

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Broadsided

You can say that this particular storm came without the warning of the preceding calm, for hardly anything under, on, or above the high seas is ever calm. And when you deal with someone of Mr....

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Hesitation

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Always Us

Always us, through night and day: Eyes wide open, flaming stars, Loving true, loving right, With fingers sweet to soothe our scars. A solid grip through toil and play; We walk as one on steady feet. No...

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Through the furnace

Smoke, billowing from red-hot coals. A world held together by fastenings of our own design. The smithy churns out diamond-sharp blades that cut and sever, but also bind.

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Summer Feast

Take a bite, ’tis alright. We have boar, we have mutton, and goose. Make it big with a swig of this velvety gentleman’s wine. Be remiss (pass the cheese). The world does not care; that’s a ruse....

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Wood

He visited every day, that young fella. He would sit on the birch stump by the fence and watch in silence how the recessive man brushed and carved the wood. The first time he took to word was to ask...

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The lover’s cycle

Thief. You steal into the supple night To pick and plunder. Shadows split, Perhaps you deal in your own light. Rune or sortilege? That is it! I dream. Must be, for now the bland, Prostrated body...

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One little, two little, three little deaths

  Horror is dead. That is what someone told me one day at a SoHo party in the late nineties and I was left with no recourse but to agree with such an outrageous statement. To begin, was it truly so...

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Pretty things we all like – Part 1

Nothing left We all remember. We remember what is no more. It began when we started acting funny. Us and them. Them first. On a hot awakening of unnatural dry winds and eerie bubbles of silence (or a...

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Homecoming

One day thou shall return, prisoner sans walls, To lie awake at night, dripping, hollow’d, spent. The fly-lord hath raiseth the scepter; he calls for thee, erstwhile blood of pinings rent. Thou will...

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Loose change

hidden among the notes of siren song lies deceitful the deadly chord of gunshot riding sorrows at ease on driftwood to lose purpose before the dreadnought fight a war play a game give your bones to her...

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One grief on me is laid

By the time the bus covers the length of the thoroughfare leading up to the village proper, the sun is already kissing everyone good morning and handing out warm caresses through grimy windows....

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Poems from a MOOC

A disagreeable core “Preservation of one’s own culture does not require contempt or disrespect for other cultures.” – Cesar Chavez As the wetness in my mouth dries up and the blood in my arms returns...

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The speed at which I die

is zero family-bound near crashing waves while it is still fun taking pictures of lanky boys with matted hair sweating beer over sauteed mushrooms the white caps I collect with my unmet aunt keepsakes...

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Summer Feast

Take a bite, ’tis alright. We have boar, we have mutton, and goose. Make it big with a swig of this velvety gentleman’s wine. Be remiss (pass the cheese). The world does not care; that’s a ruse....

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