Category: Writing

The Pen by Maggie Silverson

I can see her,everlasting ripples along glass.The river is carrying her through the earlymorning light —a linen sheet soaked with sweat.Chemtrails overhead, silky seaweed below.Sadistic figures crossing the creaking bridge,cursingan embodiment of monogamy — of loyalty.A supercut of innocence within one frame.Did you see in between the valley of her wing?A streak of mud, of

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Feral by Richard Stimac

Feral Rickie was sent to find the family dog. His father had been working on the car. During one trip to the basement for tools, he left the door open and the terrier-mix Snappy was out and down the street to the drainage ditch that ran along the railroad tracks and farmer’s fields. A look

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The Choice to be Visible by Morrigan Bonegardener

I choose to be seen for whoAnd whatI am To let it be knownThat I would rather shiver in the coldThan let one person stand aloneIf I enter these spaces by the grace of my face I betray my sisters, My saviors Who are shut out from this placeAnd I do an injustice when I

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Waiting for the Winds to Change by Morrigan Bonegardener

Waiting for the wind to changeHer mind to rearrange a strangerWhose face is fear, flashes of death and dangerPresiding inside hallowed halls of bathroom stallsAn image, shattered glass shards, a life apart from all that was With ease and simple pleasuresTo wander freely in the night, to speakWithout the need to make it a fight

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Khöömei by Yuan Changming

A deep double-Throat, singingFrom beyondHeaven (or hell)Echoing in natureAs it finds itself Heard inA human voiceLike a whale’s call PerceivableBy its likeEven afar acrossThe whole Pacific

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The Simplification of Chinese Characters Reviewed by Yuan Changming

1. Is it a linguistic coincidence or an undeclared prophesy?But 60 years after Mao Zedong approvedThe scheme for simplifying Chinese charactersWe are now living in an open & reformed age, where愛/ai/ [love] has become feeling without heart : 爱親/qin/ [kinship] someone who is not to be seen: 亲兒/er/ [son] a person without a brain :

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519 by Enny Oar

-519- Iheardthe flittering ofbumblebee wingsamidst the dandelions,beckoning the mothers,whose babies heads poppedoff,to weep milky whitetears for the wind their childrenwill never know.Shorn free of their emeraldfabric lashesandleft to bake on pavementfor the blue jays, sparrows,and garden hose.Lifted bythe cool smell of wet gravelon this,the day the rusted spokescarried me through the dustand out into open

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Jigsaw by Jennifer Phillips

Jigsaw is the tool you use to make one.Such a human hobby, cutting up the picturejust so that, on a bored, dark winter evening,we sit down to make the pieces fit again!But when it’s finished there are always cracks.You have to back away and keep your distanceto cherish the illusion it’s made seamless.We are amongthe

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Tiny House by Jennifer Phillips

Tiny House North wind’s sizing up the houselike a boxer his opponent, throwing an experimental jab or two before the real buffeting begins.No use trying to sleep.The Hunter Moon cruised off earlyto low-ride that pocked face over some other boulevard. Yesterday, Delaware friends called to saya King tide is slapping their front steps about and

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Bryan Billiams by Lauren Strong

Bryan Billiams had, historically, never been a good liar. So that was why, as he sat in front of the two officers, Bryan Billiams told them everything. — Bryan Billiams was fifty-two years old and looking for a career change when he stumbled upon The Merry Barber. The place stood out in the same way

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