Category: creative writing
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Judecca – by Phillipe Chatelain
Judecca For once, incentive was just not enough:
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Stella…by G. Mramor
Beautiful that stella’s belly grows Beautiful that without warning a kiss Beautiful that makes one from two; Beautiful the little one carrying our love Beautiful the sound of your impatience Beautiful that she is you and that I am you; Beautiful these words are yours Beautiful this love is mine Beautiful this wish is hers
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The NEW Issue of In Parentheses Lit Mag is NOW AVAILABLE
The day has come, everybody! Our final issue of the first volume of In Parentheses Literary Magazine is now available for purchase at MagCloud. To celebrate OUR FIRST ANNIVERSARY of creating the IP Blog, we have come out with two covers (by Peter Mannka). Collect both! In This Issue works by the IP Team and…
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Hiṃsā…by G. Mramor
They stood on the busy corner. The crowd dispersed when the light went red. Some who had crossed the street entered the station next to the boys and others passed by them into the big window stores. The boys did not speak, they stood there looking across the street. They wore blue emblemed blazers and…
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Bandha, part 3: Sunday…by G. Mramor
He sits where the old man once stood. The stars dim. The moon slouches toward the ocean. The blue massif fades away. The night is full. What ghost have you created to fight? What end have you created to distract? What path have you created to walk? Who is the rock who is the mountain…
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Bandha, part 2: Saturday…by G. Mramor
He awakens. Snow banks up against him, slightly closing him in. He can see through a sliver that it is morning. He rolls deeper into the cave and gets out of the sleeping bag quickly because of the putrid smell and he crawls to the entrance and punches his way out. The trees are all weighed…
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Bandha, part 1: Friday…by G. Mramor
He looks down at him. His face, pale and sharp, empties and he sees another boy never come home. ‘You sure you want to get off here? Expectin’ a bad storm this weekend.’ He smiles. ‘Yea, this is my stop. Thanks.’ He alights the bus. ‘Fine. Go on ahead.’ He slams the bus doors and…
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What the Cat Dragged in! by E. al-Bashir
The young boy watches from afar. Cognitive mist turns to monsoon at the twist of a thought This Dick: 1. To Make babies, 2. to wax that ass, 3! to wax that Ass, 4. (to Start a Family). Click fast before a virus. Oops! Click from that fat ass to Selassie in the chapel and…
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In-Flight Programming.
I just wanted to mourn in peace, in private, but it was difficult to do with a window seat. I could disturb my neighbor only so often, hide in the bathroom for so long. I tried to keep myself occupied, take my mind off of things for a while. I’d gaze out beyond the aircraft…
