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What Light Makes a Star?
Words by Joanna and Stephanie Valente
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Twelve Days of AutumnOn the first day of autumn,
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StepsisterWhen did you lose your virginity?
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Absinthe“Cheers Fitz.” Hem says holding up his glass of Absinthe in the air.
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Donut Friday SeriesDonut Friday #19
Some light you can hold in your hands & place in your mouth & make great promises with. Some light dissolves inside of you. I want so badly for that to mean something more than it does. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
VendepunktIn Germany, we call it das Venderpunkt, Otto Von Evil told us backstage. In Germany, he wrestled as Massaker, which translated to Massacre, which was a better name as far as I was concerned, but the powers that be call it like they see it.
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Geese Feast & Some Cannnot BelongGeese Feast
Beneath overcast skies, geese arrive at the graveyard to pick flesh from the bones of corpses. Adamant about their morning feeding, they fight for space among the graves. I pause to watch the feeding and listen to the rattling bones, wondering if they know yet where I will claim my space on that wooded hillside. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The StiltsBy Connie Bedgood McWilliams QuailBellMagazine.com In 1945 I lived in Pottsboro, Texas with my grandmother Laura May Lindsay and my Aunt Dixie also Bobby, my brother. My mother had joined WACs and my dad was in the Navy assigned to Hawaii.
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Foul FairlieMabel Brown suffered from a terrible affliction. She could not speak in the company of other people. When alone in her room, she could speak easily, and often read fairy tales to her trolls, stuffed animals, and, most importantly, her cat, Miss Louise. But if anyone else was present her throat closed up and her tongue grew swollen.
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