glimpses shared by our authors
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O, bitter skies with speckled heavens! Beyond the idle thinker’s eye -- Serenely still without impressions, Unconcerned with passers-by. Beneath your canopy, on high, Pleasured moans and tortured cries Become ... read more -
I am a bit surprised that anyone ever cared to read anything I wrote, and requested I wrote more. I think I like that :) i'll write something worth reading ... read more -
The last time I saw her, she had a one-way ticket to Philadelphia in her hand. We spent the hour and a half drive to the airport in silence, both ... read more -
The fog came in quite unexpectedly one evening. The townspeople were scared -- fog had not over-taken the land in anyone's memory. Some said: The fog is unnatural! Others said: ... read more -
The Landlord had failed to muster sleep over the past three days . Considering the scale of the thoughts that beseiged him it was not hard to imagine why. His ... read more -
"I was born a poor black child" no, wait that is the opening line to "The Jerk". Like most Americans I was born in a hospital, in my particular case, ... read more -
Growing up is full of delicious ironies. Namely, the fact that the one dependable constant in life is that things change. Ok, I lied earlier. Those ironies aren't delicious. They're ... read more -
... Их кто-то спасал. Я не могла разобрать в суматохе, но кто-то взрослый и сильный вытаскивал их из воды. Стоя по шею в полынье Я озиралась по сторонам и продолжала ... read more -
Бывают дни, когда мне снится, что земное притяжение немного слабеет и воздух становится плотным и густым, как вода. Тогда даже цвета начинают видеться по-другому: насыщенные, глубокие оттенки и контрастные переходы ... read more -
like the feeling when you miss something before it's happened. something you can picture with such startling clarity that it becomes more real than the sound of the rain on ... read more
