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A Walk Into The Woods

Poem breathe more than you ever wanted to take the spirit of the leaves with you in the grey of the walls to keep it as treasure against the sound of the cars fill...

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Silent Night, Silent Day

Haibun Something in the way she drives. Her left hand, turned up, turned down, on and off the steering wheel. Her steely eyes, centered on the road. The 40 MPH sprints on the side...

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Desert Whispers – Part One

Short Story Never in my life had I any desire to trek into the Arizona desert, especially during the summer. I also didn’t think I’d ever be searching for some kind of “prophet.” Nonetheless,...

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Sand – Part Seven

Serial Fiction   She finished her drink and glanced over at me. Shifty-eyed and mouth hanging open, I probably didn’t look like the sanest guy in the room. “Max?” she said. “Are you okay?...

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Relocating the Gingerbread Man

Haibun It is a delicate procedure. One so precarious that Frankie runs from the kitchen, saying, “I can’t bear to watch in case this goes south.” Mira emerges from the kitchen. The gingerbread house...

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Lachlan – Part Five (Final)

Short Story   “Alex, we need to talk.” Henry’s voice sounded brittle and croaky. Lachlan walked around to the side of the desks, his eyes focussing on Alex’s head. “He glazes our eyes with...

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Cosmic Caper – Part Three

Science Fiction “Seriously, have any of you ever seen any place so boring?” Jorwei leaned against the glass as their ship sped past the frozen blue sphere that was the Tesup System’s fourth planet....

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Sand – Part Six

Short Story I think I heard something pop, but I can’t be sure. Like, somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear a squishy membrane just split from sheer pressure. It’s not...

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Meditating On Strength

Poem   Strength. Where does it come from? Where does it hide? Lurching behind the corners of your worthless mind. This inner deep desire to leave it the past behind. To smile and face...