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by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski Headlines in all languages precisely at the same time around the globe – ‘God Shuts Heavenly Gates’. That was when all Hell was let loose, an appropriate way of describing the unfolding situation, given its magnitude. No one knew why He cancelled.
*** my throat is sandy yellow on the outside my throat inside is sandy crumbly who and to whom prays during the heat whose deity will be a mirage
by Kevin Johnson Murillo Smiles walked into the apartment looking exhausted. “Where have you been?” screeched Kiki. But he didn’t say anything. He shambled to the table and plopped down onto a chair. He muttered something under his breath.
by Carmen Grad We have never felt safe in the silence. Not the silence of a still room, nor the deeper, more deafening silence of the universe. So we filled it—with words, with rituals, with imagined voices that sounded like mercy but often spoke like judgment. Faced with the vast, unanswerable mystery of existence, we […]
*** bones of golden leaves silently pray for help from a deaf forester
The problem could be caused by her husband they keep taking biopsies. it’s driving her crazy she says. it’s not like it’s different
Back in Plato’s Cave After Reading Dorothy Parker’s Philosophy By daylight, her shadows, by dark, I am a prisoner to memorization. Did she? Did she not consecrate? I seriously doubt or maybe it’s true; she’s from New Jersey, she blazoned cigarettes, she marked up paper with do’s and don’ts, took her glasses off, so […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp Virgel Eliot was worried – big time. Virgil had been worrying since ever he could remember. When he was five he fretted every time he was given two cents for an all-day lollipop. He was afraid he’d lose one penny or the other and, when he finally got to the candy […]
by Jonathan Ferrini For Sale 1956 Chevrolet two-door Bel Air. Light blue and white. Blue rims and whitewall tires. Like New!
In Rapallo Old Homer sleeps safe in the Protestant cemetery, the son long gone to his private Ithaka, having sung at length of ΟΥ ΤΙΣ and Jederman: a half hour spent wandering by the shore, coffee and a cold bun. The Madonna has been restored joyfully, her surcoat as blue as the summer […]