The Tartan
Consortium
January 4, 2016The leaves are as red as rosary. I look as though you were moving your hand in your hair like a child absently at an abacus. Some trees trace themselves above us, drifting their arms into each other with their fists blown open to touch. We are at the margin of the forest beside the sea. I think the days are performed in full, meeting us where we are, each…
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Thank You For Understanding
January 4, 2016[dropcap]T[/dropcap]here are those who are included, and those who are not. Those who are included feel the seriousness and possibility of life everyday. They venerate everything silently. They are the nurses who work double shifts in emergency wards. They are…
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Rattrap
January 4, 2016[dropcap]S[/dropcap]o there I am, trying to balance four vintage tennis rackets, as many badminton rackets, the used skates, the amazing rollerblades, AND all the crap that Benji needs for pond hockey. You’d never believe how many pads they need to…
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The New Denny’s
January 4, 2016By: R. Thomas [dropcap]A[/dropcap]lan looked out the small, greasy window at the new Denny’s, across the early traffic of Cluff Crossing Road. His eyes scanned the fractured pavement that the city should have patched, past the manhole slightly raised due…
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Who’s Afraid of Thomas Wolfe?
January 4, 2016[dropcap]T[/dropcap]homas Wolfe once said, “You can’t go home again.” To wit: once you’ve been out into the great wide world and seen what it has to offer, it’s always going to be a disappointment going back to the place you…
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Nebula III
January 4, 2016We lie in each other’s arms. Love stained sheets around us whorled, like a galaxy seen from a distant eye. The searing heat from your skin pours into mine each cell burning, like a microscopic star —a furnace of life.…
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Atlantis and You
January 4, 2016You are not the sea to me anymore. You are a tsunami, and I, an island. You kiss my shores gently, and then all at once. Your hands curve around this green body, your eyelids line the waters that our…
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January 4, 2016It’s the most mundane task To wait your turn Shuffle your feet to the front of the line You step aboard Tap in and slowly look around As someone once infamously said Which seat should I take? But there’s nothing…
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Blason for a Stranger
January 4, 2016your mirror lips extend my own riddles i mouth you deftly decode and sweetly spit back into me key swap gold your seaweed hair captures sight locks bait and hook and fasten light and strands corral in pulsing sea net…
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Here
January 4, 2016I’m sitting here {on this thorny chair} reading Neruda and Bukowski, actually no, I’m not reading {I tried and got tired of it} but I am listening to Lana Del Rey, to her dripping voice {so wet, so embellished} while…
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