Category: images
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And the river makes no sound for you…by G. Mramor
Because the river makes no sound for you, it can only wake, like the past walking with you, going before you. Because how many memories must you remember to get it out of you? Who was like a mother to your love and a name to all the quiet of your living. Who was a…
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ORDER NOW: In Parentheses Magazine (OCT 2013) & FREE MUSIC
It is with great pleasure that we bring to you the next issue of In Parentheses. This issue features sublime work from the following contributors: Aviva Cristy, Kamden Hilliard, Hannah Lejter, Luis Nieto Dickens, William Ogden Haynes, Jon Dambacher, Jim Davis, Hannah Beth Ragland, Jessica Van De Kemp, Julia Lucrecia Taveras, Audie Jinks, Rohan Ghatak, Nicole…
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COVER ART: In Parentheses Literary Magazine: October 2013 (Volume 2 Issue 2)
The cover of the upcoming issue of In Parentheses is ‘Delay’ by Magda Dudziak. Issue available October 1, 2013. For more work by her, as well as other great artists and writers, be sure to get a copy when it comes out! Download past issues of IP for free here.
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Don’t close your eyes please…by G. Mramor
Don’t close your eyes please. I want to look at you more before you start to dream. I want to see you grow up and be an old lady walking by your side. No no, don’t cry. It’s just a kiss. There’ll be lotsa kisses in your life. But this one’s special because it’s from…
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‘along the happenstance of thought’ by phillipe chatelain
along the happenstance of thought do thoughts drown while asleep like a shark in place! the light doesn’t reach them completely. they float
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III. It wants more to be glad…by G. Mramor
I can already feel your disgusting inside. It grows and makes me grow. But still I am a little thing you say. And because I am a little thing I cannot hold you back and not even my disgusting makes you sad. Because you are a part of me now like I was part of…
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II. Like beating the scarecrow by the lake…by G. Mramor
I cannot sleep, I will not wake. Through the walls I hear the beating. Like hitting something empty, like hitting something stiff: like beating the scarecrow by the lake. And then the water comes. It bunches the glass and stops my bleeding, like the tree now gone who blocked the water. Then I will be…
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I. This is what you say…by G. Mramor
Nothing you say is thrown aside, but thrown inside. Thrown inside to settle in with all the other things you have said and done. Thrown to scatter and create. To grow a sapling and then a tree until there is nothing but forest in me. Let nothing die and no one live. This is what…
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Meanwhile Two Hours South of Kabul in a Town called Khoshi
Mustafa Sidiqee is just a normal person with a camera trying to capture ‘the moment’. He wants to share with the rest of the world the experiences of love and happiness that he sees through his eyes. He has been in the most dangerous of situations while trying to share parts of his life-story from his…
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For now or for always…by G. Mramor
Young and thinking a name is forever. Fore after years snowblind the snow has settled and runnels down in icy blue flows and rivers past my feet, colding the memory in me. Yet the oldman can only smile. Fore that mountain of ice and snow has become this valley’s basin. A cold blue that warms…
