Tag: identity
group name: utopianfict
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March 12, 2008 06:43 PM EDT --
I have gotten some feedback from folks who say they would like to see the (below) poem performed, as would I. I am not saying that any of us would actually be available to watch, but I think it . . .
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June 01, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
In the end, the wings took her inside herself. She flew right through her own nostrils.
The flight, she still recalls, was endless. She didn't know that her inside was deeper and vaster than the . . .
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May 18, 2008 09:27 PM EDT --
She was playing with the mist. She made balls of smoke and rolled them into the denser mist. Then, she would go in looking for the ball. Each time when she came out with the ball she realized that . . .
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May 02, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Whether they spoke the truth no one could tell. Blindness covered their tongues. They were neither be found on this side of the red. Some claimed they had left. Others claimed they were still hiding in . . .
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July 17, 2008 09:45 PM EDT --
He found her in one of his own dreams, dreaming about him finding her, in that solitary, circular dream of hers.
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July 24, 2008 08:49 AM EDT --
The Distance
At last, she decided to mosaic her bedroom floor with his letters. They had been enabling her past. A past which she wanted to rob of the form and the structure. She wished she . . .
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December 25, 2008 01:51 PM EST --
The twilight broke his window pane. Along with all other glasses in his home. Shards of glass dusts scattered all over the floor. Illumined by a forgotten light of the day bygone. The illumination . . .
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July 10, 2008 11:15 AM EDT --
A repetition of dreams. Uncircled thoughts. Unselected. Roamed about on her stage. The drama followed her instincts. A bunch of drowsy audiences. Invited by their fears of unrestrained light. An infection . . .
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November 30, 2008 10:13 AM EST --
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Your mind is a principle. A theory of waves.
Your last thoughts rippled onto my fingernails. Leaving scars. The pattern was always oddly recognizable. Some say the scar had the same unmistakable . . .
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January 18, 2009 02:23 AM EST --
He says he had watched the earth on a casual afternoon. Intermittent with the darkness. He says the earth had climbed into his eyes.
Splashed.
He says he carries his childhood in his palm. He . . .
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June 03, 2008 10:21 PM EDT --
She used to sign her name on the water. Rowing in the lake.
He tried to reach there with his hands, trying to touch her poetic alphabets. Her name rippled away.
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June 22, 2008 10:03 PM EDT --
Uncertainty had never been talked about. And therefore, in time, it became a certainty that uncertainty would arrive, like the great depression, upon their town.
Still not talking about the uncertainty, . . .
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June 02, 2008 11:57 AM EDT --
What had struck me immediately as I walked into the garden was the terrible disassociation I shared with my presence. And perhaps, that accounted for my absence too, from the garden.
Detachment: . . .
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July 02, 2008 09:30 PM EDT --
Each of his stones was impossibility. None of them had the property of visibility. They reflected no colors. Absorbing all. But you always knew that they were there. Some, because you could touch them. . . .
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June 25, 2008 01:50 AM EDT --
The growing up years of Pratti was different from rest of the girls. She had developed a hobby of collecting the corpses of her earlier lives. She even made a transparent glass cupboard to keep . . .
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May 12, 2008 09:42 PM EDT --
The dream stretched out of his forehead and wandered through the labyrinthine corridors of a day in his life. He became a reverie in there.
When he woke up, the next day, he was no more.
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