before whisky after jazz

"after the toe-teasing whisky whipping morning jazz beach-kissing i wanted us to shift to the centre of our sun i found a black hole..."

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Lotus

It doesn't matter how old the wound is; the mere mention of him makes my mood shift. "Let the past be the past," they claim. I am. "What's your problem?" I have none.

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sam sax’s Madness Under Examination

Madness by sam sax (whose name is stylized lowercase) is perhaps put best in sax’s own words— the book is a “vast pastoral of… illness."

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Writing for SEO

The Basics of SEO: Write what you know and write it well, conduct keyword research, simplify your site structure, and solicit relevant inbound links.

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A side of meaning with my postmodern

Modernism and Postmodernism: I have always found postmodern arguments extremely meta, highly frustrating and full of hyperintellectualizing.

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Someone to Watch My Back

Our mother had a tattoo. We didn’t see it until we washed her before the undertaker came. It was two tattoos, in truth. Two brown dots, one above her right breast, one below.

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Dreamers Haiku Contest

Submit up to 3 haiku for your chance to win! The winner will receive $120, 2 copies of our inaugural print magazine, and 2 keychains on which the poem will be printed.

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Austin Kelly – Candid and Authentic Poems

Austin Kelly - Coke and Whiskey, and Grand Delusions of Winter - You kept me company like the other cheerleaders couldn’t, from park to hotel, ride to store...

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For David

I write this to remember, David. I need something more fluid than a photograph, something that comprehends more of you..."

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The poem was still pulsing…

Out I could not venture | Because it was an ungodly hour | The hour of sirens and vagabonds. | In the morning | The poem was still pulsing...

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Infographic: Elements of a Story Explained

The basic elements of a story are: Setting, Character, Plot, Conflict, and Theme. More advanced elements of a story are Point-of-view, Tone and Style.

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We’re here, now.

Two powerful poems by Reinekke Lengelle: “People ask me how I’m doing, and I say, good, he’s still here. He’s here now. We’re here, now.”

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The Window

The boy pulls his chair up to the window. He does this every Wednesday night to watch the woman in the pink towel in the apartment across the tiny alley.

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The Needles

I relax my hands and remember that, when we work together, we know what to do. They guide me to the right place without fail, and slip in easily with a sigh.

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Blogging and Autobiography

Autobiography and Blogging: Is a personal blog autobiography? This is a question that arose while I was studying writing and literature.

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Gelato and Frost

It is a sweltering night the first time I am unfaithful. One of those late July nights where the city clings to you. Hollywood is on fire.

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13 Short Story Contests in Canada

Calling all Canadian fiction writers! Here are 13 upcoming short story contests by Canadian literary organizations. Most offer cash prizes.

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Poetry and Healing with Roger Sippl

The Sweater: The doctors tell me the main tumor in my chest is the size of a softball. She uses a double strand of yarn and thin knitting needles...

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