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Carol Beth Anderson (goes by Beth) May 15
She’s 16, dancing through a sunlit meadow, cotton dress swirling around legs. * Her son visits. She’s sitting sideways in her wheelchair, wrinkled legs over the armrest. “Always wiggling,” the nurse says. “Wish she could tell us why.” * She dances under the sun.
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Kelvin Rodrigues May 16
“Do you think the other departments even realise we’re here sir?” “I doubt it Haskins, to them we’re just so much .” “What’s that?” “Floating debris, I think.” “Well I think they’re full of ship.” “No need to go overboard, Haskins.” “Son of a beach.”
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Kelvin Rodrigues May 19
“So if it’s not a dinosaur, what is it, Haskins?” “What is what, sir?” “That smell, the petri dish?” “Petrichor, Or is it more like a ?” “See ya? But you just got here.” “Not see-ya, sir, sillage. It’s in my thesaurus.” “The smell’s in another dinosaur?”
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... May 16
I close my eyes, it's a chimera flute of childhood rhyming rains in the storm as music oblivious to thunderclaps I open my eyes, I've lost her into a mundane adult I shut my eyes, in happy tears when her feet, dress was muddied, not once did her smile fade not once
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Kelvin Rodrigues May 13
“What on earth? You couldn’t wait, Haskins?” “He was like that when I got here, sir.” “Is he?” “No, I think he’s still alive. He’s just .” “Just what?” “I’m learning new words. Supine, prone, he’s prostrate.” “Tell me you didn’t shove your finger up his...”
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Kelvin Rodrigues May 12
“You know what’s funny, sir?” “Dogs playing poker, Haskins.” “No. It’s how we use colours for moods.” “Such as?” “Red for anger, green for envy, blue for sadness.” “Blue isn’t sad, blue’s for laughing, like seeing dogs playing poker.” “I you, it isn’t, sir”
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Shauna May 16
The day after Mama died Will planted hair from her brush under her favorite rose bush, muttering as he dug. Chasing this distracted him, so I let it go. During Algebra class I see her through the window, across the street; hunched and pale, petals in her hair.
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Natasha Geraldine May 14
Come my love lay down by my side in supine embrace let us gaze upon the stars for a while let them illuminate while our sky is cloud free O in sweet supplication let them sow seeds of strength where foibles root let us stay here a while let us gaze let us hope
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250Fiction May 18
We grew desperate, in the last days of the drought. No one quite remembers who first suggested a sacrifice, but I was the one who held the knife. We woke to the scent of , sickly sweet. We’ll never know if what we did made any difference. 201
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Kelvin Rodrigues May 14
“He was described as , sir.” “Lithe, Haskins? What is lithe?” “No idea, I didn’t study philosophy.” “Pity, I’ve never understood the meaning of lithe.” “Ask your wife, she lithe down with everybody, sir.” “No point, she’d only deny it.” “So she lithe to you?”
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250Fiction May 16
Tired of just one kind of meat in your meals, but don’t want the hassle of extra cooking? Then try New Farm’s 100% Organic Aberrations! Fuse any two animals and get a third absolutely free!! Chimera Farm: Just Like Grandma Used To Splice ‘Em. 199
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Kelvin Rodrigues May 12
“How was your trip, Haskins?” “It was , sir.” “That’s not a word, you just made that up.” “It means beautiful.” “Why not say beautiful? You can’t go around making up words.” “You mean like Shakespeare did?” “Who?” “Dead bloke, wrote plays and stuff.”
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firdaus parvez May 17
We had a thunderstorm last evening. It rained hard & the mercury dropped considerably. Trees washed clean was a pretty sight. I find rain to be inspiring. How about you? May 18, 2019 word is: It’s a heady scent conjuring childhood memories or love?
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DeRicki Johnson May 15
I was once a sapling Blowing in the breeze But as I grew older I became a rigid tree— Feeling flexibility Was something beyond me... But roots can find new water And leaves can find new light Even this old tree can change To have a better life
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Jana Jenkins May 13
They say you’ll know when you find your soulmate; that a force will draw you to each other. It was true for them. Their eyes met across a crowded room, and brown, and it was hard to breathe. Time stopped for a moment, and then their spouses grabbed their hands.
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Kalah McLaughlin May 15
I always want to return to my lithe & free youth until I remember the teenage drama & heartbreak. It’s like that feeling you have after thinking you know what you sound like, then hearing a recording of your voice. Distorted perception always masks the reality.
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Kalah McLaughlin May 16
The rain is unrelenting & I can’t sleep. I hear drops like tin can drums, my head’s pounding like you wouldn’t believe. When water fills up the yard & washes this home away, I’ll be counting chimeras & all the paths I didn’t pave. But know thoughts of you flooded through.
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Kelvin Rodrigues May 18
“What’s that smell, Haskins?” “Don’t blame me sir, it was probably Lassie.” “No, not that, it’s rather pleasant. Like grass and raindrops.” “?” “Aren’t they extinct?” “How can a smell be extinct?” “A smell? It’s not a big flappy, hang-glider dinosaur?”
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inhale. exhale. repeat. May 16
Grief is a chimera of heart, love and loss. A fanged creature that sings Winged and clawed with glowing eyes Able to float above delve beneath To spot what matters even in the dark So I caress it behind the ears As it encircles my waist, my chest Constricts my breath.
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artsyfridz 6h
Cruel world, you were bullied, got beaten, pushed to the wall, myriad bruises, bloodshot eyes, face you can't recognised, shouted for help, but no one dared, resilient, you got up, smiled, turned around, knelt down and cry, coz you found the light, Lord has your back.
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