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Behind closed doors: an enigmatic cry for help.

By Villy Iranpur

I silently followed close behind her silhouette
and watched her live a life
that she would never come to terms with.
that she could never accept as her own.

(i felt all kinds of sorry for her)

There was a distance in her eyes
that no one close to her saw.
There was a sadness in her smile
that was undetected by the outlander

She ungracefully tripped over her beauty
and yet they adored her elegance.
She destructively trapped herself in the walls of her imagination
and they applauded her creativity, her intelligence.

They admired her,
idolized the perfection they falsely saw
Never once questioned it.
With each nod of approval,
they proved to her
how methodically she had mastered the skill of deception

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Quote of the Day

“I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I’m not afraid of falling into my inkpot.”

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

From the Snag

By Christine Stoddard

I am the owl and I saw it all on that red and black night. The stars shattered the heavens with their brightness and cast an eerie light upon the scene below, like a stage light perhaps. They wanted to illuminate the drama taking place beneath them. If I remember correctly—and I do—it was quite a theatrical sight, what with the star beams and the melancholy man. The moon, if she could speak, would attest to that.

In the ghostly forest full of birch trees, I holed myself inside of a rickety snag to shield myself from the wind. It was a blistery summer evening and my feathers alone could not protect me from the mix of hot and cold. Too irritated to hunt, I decided to rest. I could afford to starve for one day if it meant feeling comfortable. The mice and voles, as I recall, were quite grateful. [Read More...]

Risky Business

By Diane Boisvert

It is such risky business, this business of life.
From the minute we’re born we’re surrounded by strife.
Surrounded by strife and ambivalance, too.
The danger starts after our birthday debut.
The fact we arrive without being announced
Takes very much nerve, and the risk is pronounced.
“Here I come, world, if you’re ready or not!”
The business is risky. The risk is a lot.

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