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The Rosebush and The Brier – Part Two

Short Story   The coals hissed as Bobbie threw handfuls of wet sand into the fire pit. “C’mon Williams, get your boots on; we’re heading out.” He popped up from his sleep, remembering the...

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A Fraught Encounter

Haibun   An overcast sky, with whirls of gray splattered over blue like spilt paint on a completed canvas. Trees struggle to bud. I open the trunk of my weather-stained Legacy when Ilana calls....

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Let’s Never Fight Again

Poem   They say there’s an island of trash in the Pacific As big as a continent Bigger than Texas The combined efforts of years of plastics that banded together with fishing nets And...

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The Starfish That Stayed

Flash Fiction   Number three Once upon a time there was a Hippie called Phil. His neck was long as well as his arms. He had red hair and a black skin. His feet...

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Misjudged – Part Eight

Serial Fiction Scarlett decided to break the silence. “So wait, you two worked together?” Jason laughed. “Yeah, I guess we did. I remember some techy dude named Arnold working for us that time the...

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Reunion of Death – Part Seven

Serial Fiction   Chapter 14 Thirty minutes later, it seemed like the storm outside the house was intensifying while the hurricane within the house was starting to fester off. Alexis had returned to the...

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Only In Spaghetti Westerns

Poem   I saw tumbleweed for the first time and I thought: “It exists!” I am from one of those old European cities where there are no such things as tumbleweed. So I think...

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Hannah

Short Story I used to send letters to celebrities. I asked them how they were doing, and if they were excited about any projects they had coming up. They would send back polite answers...

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Sinking Above Ground

Poem   Standing at your grave surrounded by greying grass and spindly trees that reach for youth like the gnarled hands of a wise one, and wilting stones of those passed long before you...

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Savior

Poem   The victims kept coming; I had to pause. I was tired. So tired. My spirit was drained. So I sat down to rest, and a voice cried, “Help!” I looked out and...