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Some people are comets;
others just want to share
the infinite prairie
navigating undivulged
mysteries; and on the
rare chance two comets meet
in the rock-strewn vacuum,
the cobalt comas crochet
their whistling tails into Celtic knots.
others just want to share
the infinite prairie
navigating undivulged
mysteries; and on the
rare chance two comets meet
in the rock-strewn vacuum,
the cobalt comas crochet
their whistling tails into Celtic knots.
Literature
Pyhainpaiva
Each grave sits alone in the dark winter's night, illuminated by a soft candle left many hours ago by the small hands of a grandchild, or perhaps the withered and tired hands of a widow. All Saints Day has come and gone in Finland, and once again the tombstones wait out the heavy emptiness of a cold November sky.
An echo falls upon the snow from the north; the River Aura insists on making herself known. She scorns her black invisibility delivered by the misty atmosphere and rushes on towards the city. There, surely, she will find light and life willing to pay her proper recognition.
It is unlikely that the tombstones remember the city. It
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
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Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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So this is the latest thing I've written. It's something I've written to include in the front of my friend's present (a handmade leather notebook - she likes to write historical fiction). I eventually want to embed this scene into a short story, but I haven't quite gotten there. She might like it on it's own, not sure. Let me know your thoughts. Missed you all
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