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The Winter Festival Problem

One morning, I was woken at just after 6.30 by a hammering on my back door. ‘Who can that be?’ I wondered, before realising that, of course, it must...
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Café Boris - The Winter Festival

It was a quiet winter’s morning in Café Boris. The only customers were tourists, all of whom Boris was ignoring. They sat there in the cold of an...

Zuzu's Petels

Once a romantic he loved the air scent of sweet pea the drama of youth read visionary books but became blinded truth and fiction merged him began...

No Child Should Be Poor

1st Verse: If you really love children then how can you believe only some should be happy while other kids should grieve? That some kids should have...

The Poser

The other night my wife asked me how I liked the movie we just watched. “Bloody brilliant!” I said “Really?” she said. “How much longer do I have to...
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The Student's March

This is a sort of response to a couple of pieces, including "The Student" by Ted Kooser, "My Papa's Waltz" by Theodore Roethke, and a few others. It’...

Silhouettes in the Moonlight

Grand Papa and Grand Mama drew closer to both grandchildren in a sleigh led by a pair of determined nostril-steaming creatures. Their return journey...

A Recipe of Love

Today is precious, and very difficult without our little sister, Susan. She is not gone from our lives; simply awaits us, and one day we will be...
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When Feathers Collide

Bundles of feathery-blackbirds throw fantasy into a frenzy stubbornness driving them to feeders in a staccato of determination nibbling the only...

Ionocraft Ideas -

Electrohydrodynamic Thrust Craft/ Ionocraft (Ionic lifter) Ideas/ Some realistic and some science fiction (Most of these may not work but hopefully...

A Year to Remember

An acrostic poem.

The Wall

The room glowed. It was best seen this way, she decided; briefly and from the light of a cigarette. She drew harder, watching as the tip flared...
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The Phone Call

I remember the phone call so clearly. For over two weeks my gut kept telling me something was wrong, but I ignored it. I mean who really loses two...

The Final Blow

My Moment of Strength Domestic violence was one of the most amazing experiences in my life that I have been through. At the naïve age of 20 in March...

Our Meeting

May of 2007 I was single again and living in Laurel Apartments. I had just gotten done with a dramatic relationship of cheating, drugs, tequila,...

Black Swan 3

Gregory Nagy's understanding of Homer's Iliad presents an elegant solution to the problems that Postmodernism and Poststructuralism is presenting in...

Black Swan 2

It seems rather indifferent of me to think of this film as an expression of social games, but that's exactly what it is. First, how does White Swan...
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And I Hope to Forget

It's long, I know. But I wanted my first post to be read in its entirety, the way it was originally written. I'm open to any and all suggestions...

Zombie Wedding Night - Flash Fiction

I closed the bedroom door, and swayed gently on my feet. "Wedding night. Hell," I said. "I remember one of those, from when I was alive." I smiled,...

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