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Tag: Fiction
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Slingshot by George Thomas
On the drive in from Cheney, he tuned to classical music. Brahms, the readout informed him. Something new for him; he didn’t know why. Maybe that he read classical music was soothing. The engine noise seemed to have fixed itself, or, maybe, the tick-ticking had been his imagination. This was…
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The Dorian Gray Shock by Raymond Fenech Gonzi
Every single thoughtThat haunts my mindTakes me back in timeTo all those peopleI loved some still hereSome have passed,Many moons agoAnd though they’re goneThey are still here,In my heart, in my soul,In memories of long ago. Each one of themShared with me his wisdom:To stay human, endure pain,Even when this…
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Persephone’s Garden by Isabel Ballan
1 Eurydice On my first evening in the land of the Dead I was sent, lamed and limping, to visit Persephone in her boudoir. I sat by her elbow on a silk cushion. She wore green and silver veils, translucent, fraying at the edges. Her shadowed face was…
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New Patterns by Mary McAllister
Just when you notice your life as it is and not how you’d wish otherwiseRearrange all the bits like paper and stringA new pattern’s not hard to devise You think when you’re young you can simply reviseAnd take what you will on the wingJust when you notice your life as…
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The Bell and Basket by Jonathan B. Ferrini
A young lady on a bicycle with a basket filled with flowers announces her arrival by ringing the bell attached to the handlebars. She gently taps on my window to say “hello.” Her smile is wide, happy, and reminds me of the day I saw my wife cradling our…
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On Un-Becoming God by Mercy Grey
God died quietly on a Saturday afternoon. He died on his back, His vast body unharmed and restful. He fell in a field of flowers. Just as a little girl might press expiring blossoms between the pages of her journal to preserve them evermore, God’s wings fanned out around…
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Home by L. Gerard
I haven’t been writing recentlyWhich typically means that I am either really happyOr depressedAll too often the answer is both At a certain threshold that cannot truly be definedBut involves heartbreak of different flavorsand pain finding unique places to put holes in your spiritthat you weren’t sure even existed until…
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Daffodils by Thomas J. Daly
“I love these dresses!” Melissa yelped. Judith Murray was finally becoming Judith Neimann. It took Nick three long years, but he went through with the proposal in the end. There were no problems with friends, family, or anyone else for the entirety of the planning either. Her parents house…
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An Elegy by George Freek
I open my windowsto let in the spring air.It seems overnightbirds have returned,and flowers are suddenly there.The sun riseslike a woman climbingfrom her soft bed. Was itlike that the day we wed?The wind is a harp,singing in the trees.I’ve invited friendsto drink some wine,celebrating our anniversary,as we did,when you were…