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The Head

In the night nothing matters.

Kavi (Poet) Daedlus and Pen Virginia

The flame of the forest is a falling petal, red oozing with lit sun, showering a wish, a suggestion of each tip to be flaming love. The bed is a glowing mound of petals, foaming cycles, and glowing fountains embracing blossom filings.
Cherry

Wasp (there is a ...)

There is a wasp in the classroom An excited buzz of Jerking heads, A reason to stop Hotly absorbing Historical Events. One or two Sweaty gymshoe...

Simulating Intelligence

Parallelism using Left to Right Evaluator

Anxiety

Eager Cats

Be There

Be There

Joyce or James

I evade a direct answer by putting on a funny sort of smile partly idiotic and partly hidden. I see the porous smile of James Joyce on the new edition of Ulysses grinning out of my tattered bag wondering why the publisher chose the funny looking dolls, one big and clasping the smaller one as coke.

Sign of the Cipher

Within a single Universe, the entire phones were articulated into meanings called Sounds. The other Universes could not be deciphered as their availability depended on the range of symbols, which due to the vast cleavage of the mind had to be transformed into a universe of imagination called memories?. Moses Masonides in the Cryptic Decagram

Secret Ritual

That's a Secret!

Year End

This mess even Echo and the Bunnymen cannot keep me company i hate new years eve every single one of these full of regret broken promises dreams i'm...
Cherry

AcuteTaste

mini-saga: 50 word story
Cherry

The Car Wind

going in Matt's car...

Pisces Pottery

Piscenan insignia is a poem...in the sky to its so common that hardly anyone notices it.

Labyrinth and a Heiroglyph

Waking from the dream, the author began writing about the murder of a strange librarian called Minotaur. In the ensuing pages the detective Daedlus was assigned the task of investigation. At the place of murder, their lay a host of clues like strands of hair, broken nails, the odd cipher, an unknown prayer book called the crux.

From A Plane

The drone of the engines hiss of air conditioning Scar Tissue on the in-flight stereo Western Australia opens a jewel box a tarnished land excused by...

English Jar

Now I am being put in a huge crystal bowl, open at the top due to the vagaries of carelessness. The worn-out font in Garamond is glistening as the ?English Sea?, hopeful of the clairvoyant water

Meen Curry and English Achar

Meen Curry is hot, spicy, and when put on the foreign tongue, may burn or even cause ulcers

The Stranger's Field

Nb: the story within the story does not belong to me. the rest does :-)

Hats

I met Lillie in Belgium her hair was in a bun she tested the current of the incoming squall by French kissing me as if a man And Ostend is a windy...

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