Category: Hybrid
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Vignettes from “The Hum Hearers”
By Shey Marque ~ A tiny assassin sits on my palm – round, white, waiting. Picture it navigating its way inside vessels, the stealth of it crossing over the blood-brain barrier, lining up its target, the rupture. Part of me breaks off, guttering & spent. I leave her to sleep away the chemical morning.
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The Fragility of Bowls
by Gwen L. Martin ~ What does it take to achieve the kind of fragility that allows light to ebb and flow in balance? The question haunts me. Joseph destroyed scores of burls for every one he transformed. Was each failure a tiny betrayal of hope or a declaration of love?
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Grief is a Story I Was Told on Rosary Beads
by Electra Rhodes ~ Mam was laid out cotton-starched on the bed. The stillest I’d ever seen her. She’d not like to be known this way so I made a bit of busy noise at the door. As if I’d only just arrived. She struggled and gained no real purchase against the slip of the…
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Morphine
by Jamy Bond ~ As our father lay dying, I fought with my sister over morphine. I wanted to give him as much as possible, as much as the hospice nurse said that we could, and so, every two hours, at the chime of his Westminster mantel clock, I’d push a thin syringe between his…
ONE WILD RIDE 