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we were fledgling lightbulbsan absence is easier to hold than a person. warm limbs tucked into a shoebox in your mind that don’t leave or lose touch, just go on haunting & haunting like a head full of honey. i want to say what we did without making the sidewalks about pathology. how could you know what it would mean for goodbye to be a howling city with an underground train. how growing up there wasn’t a train or a way out of anywhere. & you giggled into my shoulder like so many unburdenings. have i ever told you sitting next to you is like being awake in a sleeping forest? oh my great & wind-scattered loves. when Kentucky swelled our veins we were fledgling lightbulbs. we were oaks dressed in overgrown roots. i’d marry time if it would give me more of you. once lying on the floor his eyes closed he said is this what dead is & we said yes & he said good. what more is there? you can’t put belonging on a shelf. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The ChessboardBy Adreyo Sen QuailBellMagazine.com There is a kingdom that is a black-and-white chessboard. You can only travel between alternate states of black and white. At the center of the kingdom is a narrow, but deep well. It is rumored that the architect of the well slumbers there and that, when he rises, the kingdom and the hills that surround it will shatter. The black squares are inhabited by a black race and the white squares by a white race.
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Cara's VoiceI breathe you in like Saturn orbiting the dark a single turn around the sun takes so long I've lost all my words for you as I travel the line back home The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Nighthawks
Marlon stopped his brother’s convertible Camaro in the middle of the highway, staring at the apparition in his headlights. He switched to high beam to illuminate the muggy Northwestern Ontario night, the banks of fog rolling off the rivers, creeks, marshes, and lakes along the Trans-Canada Highway. Surprised at the figure, he sucked in a big gasp of air and took a gulp of cold takeout coffee, which he bought at the convenience story in Northcliff, coughing as the liquid went down the wrong passage. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
poltergeist branch arms opened for me
she stands at the edge of the woods, split down the center, leafless canopy over a circle best reserved for black magic yet littered with beer cans. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Room for TwoWords by J. Ray Paradiso QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: Originally published at Dream Magazine. She turned, smiled, nodded. And then…
Two rows left, four rows UP in Room 4-2 in St. Brides School at 79th and Coles on Chicago's South Shore bloomed Mary Rose Sullivan. Minty-Irish, and close enough for me to sneak-a-peek at "MRS" in CAPITAL letters on her brown Kraft lunch bag. Stuffed in the right corner of an old-school Heywood Wakefield desk. Yet, f-a-r enough away to ignore me. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Locust TreeAt the corner of the parking lot stood a tall locust tree. It was the tallest locust tree he remembered seeing. It would have no reason to be that tall had it stood alone all the time. There must have been a grove or a city woods, of which it was the last remnant. Perhaps the grove had been all of locust trees, at their tips a billow of white perfume around the middle of May. Where were its companions? Why was it spared when the row of houses along Broadway came down to make a parking lot for the businesses across the street? Maybe whose property it was was unclear. Maybe it was overlooked. Maybe the machines came mid-May, and nobody had the heart to take it down all in bloom.
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The Fallacy of the Fact of Fat Obesity is an adipose belief of yourself as a substance. —Mary Baker G. Eddy, “Science and Health” (i) Food does not exist, except in material falsehood, a vision created by “mortal mind.” The lowly bowl of mashed potatoes set on the table is an idea of eternal thought, no more real than the tuber in the ground, the soil being an illusion itself. And of this imaginary realm is butter, melted in a yellow puddle in the middle of the mound, conjured from the cow. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
I've Recently Thought About Ending My Life“‘Gold dust twins’ is a three-word phrase in which the last letter of the first word is the first letter of the second word, and the last letter of the second word is the first letter of the third word,” Mister Wizard was saying on the radio. “What’s another three-word phrase that follows this pattern? The first word contains four letters and the next two contain three: four, three, and three. The final letter of the phrase is N and the first is G. Write your answers down on a postcard and send them to me, Mister Wizard. The winner, chosen at random from all the correct answers, will receive a Mister Wizard tee-shirt!”
Hewett hated these puzzles, but he always felt compelled to try to figure them out. G-blank-blank-blank, blank-blank-blank, blank-blank-N. What could it be? He turned up Keswick Road, on his way home from running errands, thinking of words. Run, Sun, Gun, Can, Dan, Tan, Sin, Tin, Win. What could the phrase be? First letter G. Fourth letter same as the fifth, seventh the same as the eighth, the last one N. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Residuum of Physicalism In 1897 a diamond hair ornament, shaped like a crown was given to Mary Baker Eddy. Engraved on the back is the inscription “Mother 1897.” —Mary Baker Eddy Library The manifestation of a crown stuck with diamonds shone in Her hair like a vision. This symbol of Father/Mother Love, given for Her head, an ornament of grace, as described in Proverbs 4:9. (Mother Eddy always said symbols are evil, except when a representation must demonstrate a sacred principle.) |