Three hours and ten minutes before I can leave. Outside, it’s your favourite time of day. Those early hours that neither truly belong to night nor day when the upper…
The Delicate Art of Ikebana
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Cathy Ulrich
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If I were a florist in Japan, I would like flowering plum best, the paleness of it. It represents hope, you know, I would say to my customers, who would…
A Loud Message
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Hannah Calkin
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My friends, we say happily ever after ss something to clutch at– For longer than a year, or two, whenever the honeymoon becomes foreign sand. I say it doesn’t mean…
Ex-Stasis
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Kelly Belmonte
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I stand outside my self You across the table drinking something bitter – Me slouched diagonally, stirring what’s in my cup, stirring what’s on my mind or yours. Here I…
Between Dreaming
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Ray Ball
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I lie. I lay awake with a fig in my belly. I am hungry still for the lies we tell each other. Sweet fruit. I lie with whispers into your…