Category Archives: unthemed

Just breathe

One breath in. One breath out. It requires no thought but enhances the efficacy of contemplation. Without it, survival is impossible. The act of inhalation and exhalation remains among the simplest and most necessary of bodily functions. Take a breath. … Continue reading

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Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Tomorrow it begins again. I wake up. I rush to get ready, often skipping all but the barest essentials. My drive is forgotten after I reach the next block. Did I run a red light? Was it green? But I … Continue reading

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Without

The silence deafens and dims my view, but it does not feel strange. A single button lies upon the floor with nothing to remind the coat of what is lost, unless you count the four holes in the fabric and … Continue reading

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Assumption

My voice is heard from your assumptions. When you tell me I’m negative, I don’t feel it. I don’t hear it. You think I am childish, emotional, unprofessional. And I’ve discovered, around you, I am. Somehow, my calm, my cool, … Continue reading

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Hold Still

“It hurts a little,” she whimpered with a voice holding more tears between uneven breaths than showed in the glassy grey brightness of pain-haunted eyes. “Just hold still,” he said, “And it won’t hurt much.” A promise he tried to … Continue reading

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Truth

The truth is not so politically correct as integrity. Hard, cold, like a school chair with no cushioning and metal rivets with which to snag hair and delicate clothing, it grabs onto you without feeling or apology. Even if you … Continue reading

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Behind the Glass

Words like destiny and fate elude me. I’ve no right to their gold-leafed visions of crystal and tinkling tones. Felt and plaid and mediocrity as comfortable as a worn pair of slippers in the armchair that squeaks and smells vaguely … Continue reading

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Please hold during technical difficulties

No, I swear, I haven’t dropped off the face of the planet. Aliens have not abducted me and my own personal apocalypse has not begun. I am just currently in the rolling morass that is moving. A new effort towards … Continue reading

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Relic

Steel tips climb like the shadows reflected in glass: black, white, grey; heights cutting off the cloudy sky. But nestled between the metal, a tiny stone arch remains, minute and tacky, bold with tone. No scrolls or flowers, no sharp … Continue reading

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Junkyard

It’s as simple as that. We’re all just an ocean of feelings with painted smiles and glassy eyes; hearts as empty as locusts’ shells. Alone within crowds and filled with bitterness for the deceitful world. But there is a stranger, … Continue reading

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The War

The latest skirmish in the war happened in the French room. I didn’t see the victim get hit, I just saw the broken glass. The troops looked at each other; they knew that I wouldn’t tell. As the bell rang, … Continue reading

Posted in 1989, short story, unthemed | Tagged | 2 Comments

Cafe Angst

The three of us sat in a little cafe in the suburbs of a large town, or if you prefer, a small city in southern Pennsylvania. A city where hick and chic get muddled and mixed, where you’re not sure … Continue reading

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When Your Room Should Have Been a Cafe

You called me an armchair poet, writing squibs, quips, grips on my life from a slanted chair that Escher himself couldn’t sit on at a time when what I needed, wanted, wished was coffee, not a warm American beer. So … Continue reading

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Dancing

Spinner, look at me through twisted glass clearer than my mind. I see you looking in my window with your bright eyes and scarred face – or is that just the light? You spin like a spider with lies and … Continue reading

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Silence

Then we were told that we should sit in silence, but that each individual could leave whenever she wanted. So we sat. And it was so peaceful with the twittering of birds surrounding us, no matter where you go in … Continue reading

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Chairs (Mothers)

Some soft and lumpy, others cold and hard; all are willing to help someone. They are willing to love you; to lend a back as to an infant, to rock and croon near to sleep. Helpful, restrictive, loving or harsh; … Continue reading

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Swing

Flying high above the trees to soar into the sky. The smell of soft rubber mixes with burnt leaves. Coming down low, there’s dirt beneath my feet. Dying leaves hide my view as my chains groan and whine. Then up … Continue reading

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Loneliness

The sun is too bright and the colors too crisp; too much to be real. A house full of emptiness cries for life. Sprouting weeds wave tauntingly in the wind. Broken glass lies all around the door. The sagging porch … Continue reading

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Autocorrect

Smartphones and tablets are so incredibly useful. They allow us to keep track of minutiae like weight, eating, health and sleep through pre-cyborg accessories such as fitbits. They permit IMing, texting and blogging, even during the workday. There’s no better … Continue reading

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