'Flash' writing anthology about chronic pain - submissions welcome!
It was necessary to lend myself to the memory of a body that could. To separate from the broken figure, the body that would not listen. To not pretend. To forego. To not waste the clock’s signal. To set it straight. To disown magical inclinations. To attach to that which understands. To disavow the indifferent. […]
And what are the chances that I am what this is this as what I am told to be the case and I am the case to be taken on and out of the way fix it so others can breathe and get on with it what are the chances that this is what I […]
that unwanted invasion – now tethered over my back binding my knees burdening my shoulders with the heaviness which is my own being – my own cosmic orb of flames arcing slowly across from dawn until dusk and smoldering on through shadowland. – now anchored still tugging below my ribs pulling inside my left eye […]
I’m poeming this poem from a forest-boreal transition zone anticipating intense public reaction to my poem against the bony mets that XXXX up my posture & infiltrate our nat’l backbone its prostate biopsy analogy lost/inapparent in the sagamore gloam this spine unresponsive to the pre-patent analog that is my poem by Maureen Miller doctorwritermaureenmiller.tumblr.com [This […]
The snow and salt on your coat suggests that you’ve been outside shoveling, maybe, or tossing snowballs for the dogs. But in fact it’s the dogs who have brought the snow and salt inside, flinging it onto your coat when they shake it away. Your coat hangs on the back of a chair and you […]
No one talks about Occam’s other idea, the hammer, when his razor didn’t cut deep enough, his hammer smashed down. ‘Of an event occurring, it is most likely that the simplest one is the correct one’ ‘Of an inevitability occurring, the one that hurts the most is the correct one’ When Occam’s hammer falls, it’s […]
I stumble I fall I break I mend I get back upI keep stumbling I keep falling I keep breaking I struggle to get back up I listen…I feel pain I burn I weep I scream I listen….I lose sight I lose control I lose meI ask myself Who I, Want me to be? […]
what for is there beauty what for is there pain what for is there beauty if not for Solely me for anything with beauty is strictly what I see by socks
by Declan Lloyd U.K.
‘This is my best exorcist impression,’ I tell you with a grimacing grin. I tell you it’s a horror movie to make you laugh. So that you can laugh at the girl controlled by demons. As her head turns full circle on her neck. As her smile screams with silent blasphemy. Because if you don’t […]