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Submitted to Contest #88
A Skein of Fables I entered our local town’s bookstore and surveyed my children’s books lining a section at a corner where the children sat on yellow, soft pillow-like seats like mushrooms beneath them. They lolled, laughed and ran around while others sat quietly reading the books. These were moments I appreciated. The delight I had of bringing books to children for them to read. My illustrator, Maggie Dill, made them more magical with colorful drawings in pastel crayons which made the books more accessible to children, as though they ...
Submitted to Contest #86
The Queen of the Arab world did not know how to sire a son and so, the women of the harem tried to help. A woman was summoned to teach her how to fish for a son, in the middle of the desert, in a castle built of mud, clay, silt and desire. The King, a caliphate married her out of season. A Queen from the isle of the blue Grecian sea. She was considered neither beautiful nor had the wits to seduce her husband. And yet she had one thing about her, the knowledge she was to be killed and replaced if she were unable to bring on a son. For that sh...
Submitted to Contest #26
CloudsAman arrived from somewhere on the planet. He arrived at my door with his bag and clothes soaked with rain. The clouds behind him was dark and torrential, it seemed to usher him in to our house.My husband approached from behind me. He is Indian and is a most welcoming man but when he found the sores in this man’s neck and arms, he stopped in his tracks eyeing the man, nudging me not to let the stranger in. I had to explain he is a friend from a previous relationship.The clouds thundered and clipped lightning. My husband naked from...
Submitted to Contest #6
On The Other Side of the LineI met him online. Tom Hankford is a line man whose narratives of his experiences in climbing those lofty poles somehow attracted my heartstrings. I could feel his heart beating through those lines I’ve always ignored in our skies. We talked over Skype. Sometimes he’d show me the sky or a flock of crows perched on the belts of electricity lines. I was struck by this man who could find poetry in the most plainest of events as though the silence up there had fortified his longing for the sky.I live with my mother wh...
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