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Zedlist – Part Fifteen

Colin was standing on a pebbled beach looking out to sea, wearing only a pair of skimpy swimming trunks, his pot belly exposed and sun burnt nose resembling an overcooked cocktail sausage. The warm...

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The Bells

My brother said that at night, he could hear the noises too. They were loud, like some sort of jingling going up and down the stairs, he told me. So, one night, right before...

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A Darker Shade of Merry: Unmasked

Christmas Poetry   Billionaires on the cheap market streams of valley dreams to Walmart’s $9 hourly workers trampled on by covetous, just above the rubber-necking credit carding, forty hour weekly braille needing, maxed out,...

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First Gift-Opening Without Dad

Contemporary Haibun Poem   Frankie’s hands tear away the wrapping. Brown eyes widen; the corners of his mouth rise: joyful shouting begins. “A pillow pet! Thank you! It’s what I’ve always wanted!” I snap...

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One Who’s You

I woke up with Jesus in my fist. He was a well-groomed, handsome brunette with modest beard and a perfectly symmetrical face. He wiggled free a little and said “You don’t believe in me.”...

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Orange Contemplations

Christmas Poems   Pumpkin love and Halloween goblins on the eve of ghostly party scenes. Tangerine sunsets for my veranda’s view while shades of cadmium Monarch butterflies float in autumn’s blossom skies for all...

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Forests

There are places in the city that make me think of home- The back woods of New England, the winding, curving, tree-shrouded roads ancient stone walls that wound steadily at my side while I...

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December 24, 2014

It’s so nice to be here Leaned upon the other As we are wont to do Two souls beside each other on the couch It’s snowing? No, you’re just seeing things Lit by the...

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Animal Dilemmas – Bat Fox

Short Story The Fox experienced feelings it never knew existed. The combination of reaching where nobody had reached before with the fresh blood of young birds had opened new horizons in its imagination. It...

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Words

There is no truth in words. True communication is ancient. Movement, tone of voice, intonation. Words can be easily manipulated, misinterpreted, unappreciated. Through words we are trapped in a world of self recognition. In...