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Originally posted on Daffniblog: I started this blog December 10th 2015 and have been bludgeoning away at it ever since. Writing on here has changed my entire life. I have gained new friends, more confidence, and become more accepting of who I am in so many ways. I’ve learned to love the lightest and darkest… Read more
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A.R. Minhas I’m drinking again And all I can think of is her It’s cold outside And the warm melted cheese of my quesadilla Embraces the foamy amber I keep talking about the time I fell in love And even though I know my friend is tired of me talking about her… Read more
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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: We cling to our illusions; smiles and holding hands and perfunctionary mechanical sex. After we climb off each other we take turns in the bathroom to ‘freshen up’. We finish ourselves off. Neither of us acknowledge that we both know what we are doing. The acceptance of this final ceremony… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: What can I give you? lulia Halatz What can I give you? I am the blue as imagined by a blind and the roots of knowledge as watered by a scholar. I am the yellow wind and the mauve respond of light perched in the ubiquitous trees tethered in… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Eavesdropping on an Anarchist’s Monologue at the Post Office Here you are, fumbling for change in your early 60’s, to get the fucking technology to work Shouldn’t you be in Orlando with a beer gut? (Copy machine fails to cooperate) Corporate America, pssh! I’m minding my own business at… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Every day next week we will be presenting a new Sudden Denouement writer. We have received an enormous amount of submissions and have five new writers to present–there may be more. We have received amazing submissions from all over the world, and I have personally enjoyed reading each one.… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: It’s all been Russian roulette and the game was rigged from the start. So, you dear and distant god, what am I to make of these small moments between the hammer and the head? Allow me this thought: The clouds that are expelled from me into winter’s dusk… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: who kills, father time? time who kills: all things. startling with the drip of a chrysalis stuck threading in a tapered night that once slurped on breast milk and sour bread. a man where clearwing moths have suckled in. though he peals in fishnets, loud in a mouthy reservoir… Read more
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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: You’ve got a big mouth and a red heart, and that’s why we are running away. Just a few minutes earlier we walked, arms interlocked, and now we throw them back and forth, urging our legs to go faster. The day had seemed so calm, and even when The Men… Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: My cell phones been going off, but I’m going back into hiding. I’ve reached a place in my story that just shuts me down every time I go to continue. The only cure is less communication. I need to spray everything down with Mr. Clean so the germs don’t take over… Read more
