Daily Archives: July 5, 2012

Safedates part 5–FINALLY!

Instead of going to work the next day, Ariadne visits Dr. Janison’s cubicle. She’s dressed conservatively for this meeting, appropriate for a woman in quarantine. Only a trace of gold shimmers in her hair. An opaque stocking clings to her body underneath an oversize … Continue reading

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Safedates part 4

Ariadne can’t go on much longer. Robert pursues her inquisitively. “Shall I draw you a bath? No? Then shall I make you breakfast?” Two months of this solicitude is driving her insane. Ariadne can’t wait to get to work, immerse herself in the … Continue reading

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heaven/unchaining substance

breaking down the earth holds bones jealously and hard this, our stone mother who curves indifferently beneath our feet so subtly we do not note the spin reeling with and unconscious of it until we are hers again the return to … Continue reading

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a memory

that boy, who should stay 17 the one I never dated but first learned to slow-dance with at a Christmas party to a song I have forgotten, but still remember how, even in height with my shoes kicked off his … Continue reading

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I said I was not accepting awards any more, but…

How do you tell Rhonda, after she has reduced you to a pile of blushes, no?  You don’t…Thanks, Rhonda, for your wonderful comments, your friendship, and for just being you!  I know I can’t toss this award back at you … Continue reading

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Link to AshiAkira’s story poem

Link to AshiAkira’s story poem

This is so beautiful!  Thank you so much, my friend.

While you are there guys, check out more of his beautiful poetry–this man is wonderful! 

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volleys

sitting on the edge of the green that feels more like carpet than something live; grass tweezed and groomed into carpeted submission we wait for lit hissed trails into new nightfall to bloom into confetti and smoke scarlet and silver … Continue reading

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