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By Nadia Arioli Fatherless as Grendel, the vinegar was not generated,
just gestated. The mother was born as ugly as sin.
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By Nadia Arioli Celestial Star, yours is the same as of the sea.
Anguished Grendel. Nothing could be grafted once ripped right off. I was robbed twice. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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By Sarah Daly “I’m worried that you’re not happy.”
Her amber eyes pierce him. She exhales quickly and turns her head away. “Don’t speak to me.” “But I just wanted…” “Just stop.” She walks closer to him, her features clouded by the smoke from her cigarette. “Go to hell.” “We’re stuck together until the boss comes back. Do you want me to lose the gig? Do you?” The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By David Sparenberg She brushes out her hair.
Her hair has auburn-light woven within. Her brush is a flowing river. The river sings in her ears elfin songs – as sweet as berries as sweet as clover honey. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By David Sparenberg The moon climbed up behind a bough.
The moon was full. A cold, white eye watching the late November sky. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Mary Yoder Agliardo We named our new property “Inspiration Farm.” From a milking stool inside the door of the 100-year-old barn, I surveyed my world, the barren fields and orchards, the mountain rising behind me, the empty pastures, and I thought a better name might be “Isolation Farm.”
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By Art Bitch Art Bitch interviews curator-artist extraordinaire Art Jones 3000, with her unicorn companion and Uncle Cornelius by her side. |