Monthly Archives: June 2015

O Ms. Apple Tree

She was a fine lady, with an apple for a head, She carried a flute-horn, attached to a hanger, a cardboard “a”, some chocolate, orange, apple & string. They hung together as an “it”- It stayed in the air and … Continue reading

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the cloud people

They had a tradition, you see, that whenever they were old enough, they would jump onto the nearest cloud,  preferably cumulus, although stratus was excitingly risky too, for a ride. Leia, the cloud flyer: “My Family, the cloud flyers. My … Continue reading

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The Running Child

The One in Six different pieces felt: “I blink & stare a bit. My vision goes foggy and vague. I guess I look kind of zappy. Give that whatever meaning you like, “zappy”. So it takes a while to adjust, … Continue reading

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The Glossy Magazine Pictures

I stared at the photo of the clean-shaven young man, his pale beige shirt, fresh ingenuous expression, and I could not relate to him. Or any of the very fresh-y ingenuous people in the pages of the magazine. Clean-edged. Full … Continue reading

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What She Saw, What It Felt

Maybe it was the air. It was smoggy and definitely a little green. She was thirteen, though, so that could have been it, too. The mornings in the park on the way to school were always too unreal for their … Continue reading

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THE ENCHANTED MAMAK RESTAURANT

This part was written by my sister: The floor looks like a rainbow checkerboard only all the colors are scattered and jumbled and mismatched. And then you look away from the floor, and there is a complete compendum and laboomdoom … Continue reading

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The Tunnel of Boxes

On that day, the girl was not a quarter of a century old, not even a decade, and something had come from far away, in a giant BOX, something exciting, a package of flowered dresses and books, but even more … Continue reading

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