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RT @metatronpress: 🔸We are (gasp!)… HIRING!🔸 Metatron Press is seeking a part-time Publishing Assistant for a 10-month-long contract. Appl…
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Stephen Thomas

A person is seized by the seeming intractability of aloneness, and the physical world grinds to a halt. Though her body is paralyzed, Ashley is still able to look around:...

Sofia Banzhaf

I’ve got change in my palm and more in my pockets. This jukebox belongs to me. This jukebox understands me and God, too. I’ve been bought several drinks....

Oscar d’Artois

my new strategy for staving off the depresnyak is waking up before noon my new strategy for waking up before noon is starving myself the day before my new strategy for starving myself the day before is never eating before four...

Matthew Sherling

a room with mirrors for walls, a wall made of wind, a tree behind a TV in a spacious den, a tree wrapped in toilet paper, two trees wrapped around each other,...

Klara du Plessis

Enveloping each leg with a thick layer of white, to run the razor upwards, breaking a track of skin, wash the blade, again...

Greg Zorko

i am so small and not lonely the world is like a pita for me. i am the chicken, the lettuce and aeoli i feel very happy about this...

Diandre Prendimano

I nowadays completely recognize aspects of myself in certain actions of the sky the sun rises...

August Smith

Obama sits behind his large, wooden desk. He feels its oppressive weight. He feels the weight of the pens lined neatly across the top, each as heavy as a small moon....

Laura Broadbent

These are the machinations of one of the worlds’ ragged human minds which is nothing oh, nothing like the silent and knowing Tao....

Sara Sutterlin

The way I feel is a muscle Whose anatomy I don't understand...

David Walker

but what about the quiet things, the little dull things hidden between the big shiny things, are these also formative, do these also count...

Clae Sea

As Chuck hovered over Africa from Brazil, he rushed through a Portuguese dictionary and some scribbles in his notepad—phrases that he hadn’t grasped the understanding of—...