Amma’s Congee

An iron fence separated the park from the lakeside where a few villagers set up their makeshift tents. Living by the lake assured them a new life, the luxuries of, cooking, cleaning and maybe even bathing, when the guard looked the other way. Amma, eighty years old, ever-present, self-appointed mother of the lot worked around …

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Vinylanimation

The remnant of a bygone era, I am obsolete. Turned to stone. My songs silenced forever. I was. A pliant lump shaped into flat discs turning concentric at the sameness of it all, the routine circles, ranging from the larger to the smaller, the potency of existence versus the necessity to live turned outward, searching …

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Common Ground

A cramped space this. I need to stretch, feel the earth under my feet. A little less talk and a little more quiet. Thriving in closed spaces, you’ve mastered the art of contorting yourself, being stashed away. The air is mine own. My mind lifts off- a sailboat in flight, the air my water, the …

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Stuporia

it begins with just a glass   the thorn in your side being passed over a hundred things clutch at your throat refusing to let you breathe   you plod doggedly gulping in fresh air whenever you can   a smile feels raw laughter threatens to slash your stomach you are afraid it might all …

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