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Yesteryear Fiction: 11/12/14
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New voices, new flash-length fantasy. Yesteryear Fiction: New fantasy fiction every Wednesday! Wednesday, November 12, 2014. Posted by E.S. Wynn at 12:00 AM. Two People with the Same DNA. 8220;Howdy,” he said, his little triangular hat almost falling off his head. 8220;Howdy,” I said, affable fellow that I am. Not wanting to insult the only gnome I had ever met, I told him I’d try to answer his question. 8220;If I’m wrong,” I said, "tell me what two people have the same DNA.”. He took another long drag, ...
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Beulah Needs Another Man | A Poem by Donal Mahoney | The Poet Community
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Original Contemporary Poetry from Poets Worldwide. Beulah Needs Another Man A Poem by Donal Mahoney. August 11, 2015. Beulah needs another man who’ll take. The garbage out at dawn and not. Bring it back again at midnight, something. Jasper’s done many nights for years. Beulah knows when Jasper’s found. Another woman but she never says a word. Because Jasper always mows the lawn. And rakes the leaves and fixes. Things around the house unlike. Homer who was never handy. She met Jasper at a wake the day.
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vintage poetry: February 2014
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Submit no more then 5 poems for review at vintage poetry goodozog@gmail.com. Friday, February 28, 2014. Poems by Donal Mahoney. In the Garden of Envy. It's hot in our bedroom this midnight. The air conditioner died. She spent the day weeding. To open a window. And pray for a breeze. No breeze but I hear. Which of them deserves. To unfurl their beauty,. Petal by petal, like Gypsy Rose Lee. The roses and lilies,. The prettiest of all. The petunias along the borders yell. They want more space,. Some of his ...
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March 2015 | Leaves of Ink
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Tuesday, March 31, 2015. Filed under Richard Schnap. A cloud hangs over. Where the mills once stood. Where now sit strip malls. But sometimes at night. You can hear the cries. Of the ghosts of steelworkers. Haunting what’s left. Of the rusted ruins. By the dead river’s shores. That carries their spirits. To a burning sea. To be lost and forgotten. Buried in the past. Monday, March 30, 2015. Filed under Yulian Horada. It comes so freely. It flows so freely. Only she can hear. Every man takes notice. 8220;...
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August 2015 | Leaves of Ink
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Monday, August 31, 2015. Filed under Sarabela Deas. A bit of sea foam. Mountain lion mistress,. Glitter in the wind. A lotus amidst the muck. An efreet all black around the edges. Soft as cutting claws. Ferocious as a kitten's mew. My words come from the heart. There's nothing of the rational mind here. Sunday, August 30, 2015. Filed under Gary Thomas Hubbard. Contributor: Gary Thomas Hubbard. Have time to spare. As we lose our hair. Saving plastic bottles,. By not taking chances. We have nothing to lose.
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November 2014 | Leaves of Ink
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Sunday, November 30, 2014. Filed under E.S. Wynn. Contributor: E.S. Wynn. Highway unspooling before us. Up to the door. A ring of stones. A log, half burned. Sea like a heart. Threads of silken hair. Cold sets in fast. Struggling to start a fire. Shivering in wet pants. Hands on my shoulders. Making love in the darkness. Falling all around me. The elks watch us. Returning to the world,. We know it too. Saturday, November 29, 2014. Filed under Douglas K Currier. Contributor: Douglas K Currier. Sometimes t...
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Coffee Slops | Tim Knight
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Archive for August 2014. I haven't got the heart. To watch another head being removed,. So I'll mute the news. And respond to some emails instead,. At least then some good will come from this nothing. Location: Clayton West, West Yorkshire, UK. Mum said, and Dad too,. That it's not what you know,. All I know is Heartbreak,. They're that empty lake and. Dry reservoir ache of all. Rock bottom feelings felt along the way. Dad said, and Mum too,. That 10 years ago I liked football. Take them one by one.
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vintage poetry: poems by Donal Mahoney
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Submit no more then 5 poems for review at vintage poetry goodozog@gmail.com. Friday, February 28, 2014. Poems by Donal Mahoney. In the Garden of Envy. It's hot in our bedroom this midnight. The air conditioner died. She spent the day weeding. To open a window. And pray for a breeze. No breeze but I hear. Which of them deserves. To unfurl their beauty,. Petal by petal, like Gypsy Rose Lee. The roses and lilies,. The prettiest of all. The petunias along the borders yell. They want more space,. Some of his ...
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Personality Overdrafting | Clutching at Straws
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Absurdist Poetry That Even Vacuum Cleaners Enjoy. February 2, 2014 by misener. Born with a deformed heart muscle. You are as timid, introvert and cowardly. As a little quiet chick, but all your life. You have been trying to play tough, forcing. Yourself to be tough-minded, tough-bodied. Like an iron fighter rooster in the legend. Until now your worsening ischemia. Drives you into your old premature selfhood. With cardio neurosis, trembling, all. Thanks to a tenant, a sociopath, a rattlesnake. Prairie L&#...
