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Taking FlightR.J.'s Good Eats Deli*, formerly known as Maggie's Cottage Cupboard, was a cozy little Mom-and-Pop store nestled into the crook of the bent arm that was the valley of Sloan. If our sleepy little community was indeed an appendage, then the elbow was our Good Neighbor Mobile Home Park. My husband and I suspected that it was our trailer park that provided R.J.'s most of its revenue, and if that was the case then I wasn't all that surprised when we saw it boarded up one day. To be fair, the announcement was sudden and not that glorious- there was a poster board on each front window and scribbled on them were the words, “Closed Permanently.” The handwriting seemed masculine and I imagined the large, burly owner- whether or not his name was in fact R.J. I wasn't sure- bent over the counter and swiping a black sharpie across the paper in anger. Granted, the font didn't look angry, but when it comes to the male gender, I typically assume hostility in a
90s Apocalypse"What have I created?"
The naked toy held up its small plastic hands in defeat, its fingers curled and molded together as one, holding a wad of black and red fuzz in the fluorescent light.
"This thing will destroy all of mankind!"
The crocodile with wiggly teeth and the black furby eyed each other knowingly. The furby's eyelids shuttered and it said, "Better put your clothes back on, Joe."
The G.I. Joe dropped his hands and spun his head 180 degrees to look at them. "Do you think this is a joke?"
A lamb stretched lazily in the corner, a puff of stuffing escaping into the air through its wool. "Must we go through this again? I haven't slept at all since the quarantine."
The blood-red Elmo laughed in the corner, its fur matted and wet. "Quarantine, ha ha! Such a funny word. What does it mean?"
"A strict isolation imposed to prevent the spread of disease," slurred the Cabbage Patch doll, bent over the Operation board with a pair of tweezers in its pudgy
CollaborationThe mustang veered into oncoming traffic as the sound of something jagged tearing through its right side screeched high above the buzz of rush hour. Of course, as everyone that experiences car accidents points out, the driver noticed time slowing down. He could feel the pull of the unusually large sword blade like fingernails down a chalkboard, as it jettisoned the top of the car into the air, just missing the driver. The strangest part of the whole situation was that none of the other cars seemed to notice...
...notice the thunderous behemoth towering beside the car that just screeched to a halt, with not only half the body a quarter mile down the road, but smouldering melted steel wherever the jagged stone blade had come in contact. The driver's heart hammered in his chest, the bitter taste of his bland coffee-and-toast breakfast rising to meet his swollen tongue.
"John." The beast crooned through its skull-masked helmet that still had bits of fle
PoemToday I found a silver hair
And I decided to keep it there
Because silver things are pretty, too
And my husband already has a few.
Today I did a dangerous thing-
I picked my daughter up to bring
Her into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
At first I cringed and squirmed beneath
The skylight that lit up my face.
I wanted to flee from that honest place
But instead I embraced the stark contrast
Between my face now and that of the past,
Held my daughter's cheek against my own,
And decided it was better than being alone.
Her smile suggested she didn't care
That I was red and she was fair,
So out with the old and in with the new-
I'm ready for you, gray hair #2.
AtrociousMan of travesty,
his testament often met tight-belted risks, dry savant intricacies;
oldest of eldest, man of eldest visits an atrocious,
curvy, risky human;
she seems truncated, scented
like pressed pottery,
cleansed of a sin.
Each one pious keeps
musty, smelly cologne in parkas.
If parkas visit
atrocious, rank avenues to see those
plastic, perverted kisses,
know if they owe visits.
Cackle, arrest, escape our jar...
oh, knee, pummel one neck,
adorn every sea.
Oh, cackle! Our eyes see.
Man, you stuck ours.
A foreman, you carry smug wisdom.
Then your better man-
atrocious, visits atrociously
drabbed, named, pined...
knee, go strangle - no, without
amazing us, it remains hopeless.
Cast our motto far past you, tiny, sick human.
Ask asp, ask you.
Born keen, sassing us like rascals.
Atrocious man of a tusk (and nosey!)
spurs ammunition but usually
sins us like rascals.
You man, atrocious...admit it.
LetchworthClosure is an iron box
sealed up tight with ten padlocks,
sewn together with two chains,
weathered from the waves of pain;
thrown into the troubled sea
of twelve long years that wrecked me.
I thought it was for the best,
said the flutter in my chest
when I realized what I'd lost.
I had failed to count the cost
of traveling far from home,
away from all I had known
for a taste of something new.
Now I don't know what to do.
How do I confront the past
when living happens so fast?
If those children are no more,
what was the past even for?
I don't have time for this ache
while my children are awake,
but they suffer even so
because I cannot let go
of the child I used to be.
I was filled with so much glee,
courage, adventure, wonder-
till I was torn asunder
by a tidal wave of fear.
Even though it brought me here,
My past beckons exposure
until I can find closure.
Love HurtsIt's amazing to me how durable
a child's head can be.
It's a wonder that children ever make
it past the age of three.
At birth they exit out of their mothers
through frightfully small holes
and then we put them through hell just in case
it somehow saves their souls.
In Spain, there's a kind of festival where
every now and then
babes are laid on the ground, lined up like fish,
and leapt over by men.
And elsewhere we drop them out of windows
so their necks will be strong.
I might say that I would never do that,
but then I would be wrong...
What about the time I let my husband
put armor on my son?
He couldn't hold up that heavy bonnet.
We laughed like it was fun.
Or what about that time I dared to nurse
my daughter in the night?
I was dead asleep before she finished...
Thank God she was all right.
So although I would like to say that I
know better than the rest,
time and time again I will oft betray
the heart within my breast.
Is it luck that protects our babies when
we fail to even try?
AndrianaThe pitbull was watching her over his martini.
She could feel his eyes, though she dared not look up from the sea in her cup. There was an island of backwash where she imagined palms swaying. But the shine from the light wasn't the sun, and the sour taste of the drink was nothing like the taste of heaven she had imagined.
Her eyes watered but she continued to sip, weary of his cold, menacing eyes beneath heavy folds of skin. She knew she was out of place here, but she hoped that her human flesh went undetected.
A black lab on two legs bumped into her. "Excuse me," she barked, eyes distracted. Then they locked onto her with surprised uncertainty.
"Don't mention it," said the girl, turning away to disguise her fleshy pink lips beneath the stolen husky face. "I'm looking for my date."
The lab lingered for too long and the girl slipped away into the crowd of the party, tails whipping her as she pushed through the throng. It was dangerous to be here
Why I Always take a JacketWhen I was younger my mom always said to me:
"Take a jacket when you leave the house.
You never know when it's going to be cold."
I listened to her request and took a jacket
Because I wanted to be warm at nighttime.
When a few years passed I realized something;
Sometimes a couple would walk past me
But it was obvious that one person wore a jacket
That belonged to the other person.
I thought it was weird but shrugged it off moments later.
During my adolescent years I got a little jealous.
I found out that giving a person a jacket meant something.
It meant that you cared for said person
And you wanted them to be warm.
This got me wondering: Did other people care for me?
Questions like that made me evaluate myself.
My mom bought me the jackets I wear so that I stay warm,
So that meant she loves me.
After calming myself with this fact,
I snuggle into my own jacket and carry on with my life.
It's cold. Shivers run through me repeatedly.
I forgot my jacket.
Everyone else is laughing and havi
Too LateEarlier, I had a vision
Of my father calling me
After years of not speaking
I was surprised as could be
“Hey,” he greeted softly
“I know it’s been a while
“I have something to tell you.”
I just sat there, without a smile
“You’re twenty-one years old
“And I know I’ve missed a lot
“But listen closely, now
“You’re the only daughter that I’ve got.”
“I’ve appreciated you from the beginning
“I’m sorry I didn’t show it much
“My selfishness blinded me
“It’s definitely my worst crutch.”
“I want you to know you’re beautiful
“I never told you that once
“I regret it now and forever
“Man, I’m such a dunce!”
“And I wouldn’t forget to mention
“How intelligent that you are
“You’re IQ is higher than mine!
“I know that you’ll go far.”
“You have so much potential
I hear it all
What you screech
Every line repeats
Until I fall in my defeat
Can I ever stop
The barrage of words
That crumples me down
Onto the floor?
What gives you the right
To drag my face through dirt?
Why, oh why do I listen to you,
Who brings so much hurt?
Your words bring tears,
Heat rising to my face.
I run out in humiliation,
Sobs coming as I race.
My heart is bleeding
My ears are ringing
My chest is pounding
My sorrow astounding
I can't take it
Enough is enough
The smile is cracked
The mask now gone
I'm finally beaten
Is that what you want?
I'm just a human
I'll never live up
Never reach what yo
Are running out
Like the future
That my heart
My black eyes
Her gorgeous march.
Breaking my hopes
Was our last
She ran away
My life turned grey
Living a plastic life
It’s easy to watch
An entire society
Like bricks in a wall.
Let me stay
Here with you.
I don’t belong
There to them
It was a mistake
Believe that I
My tears spillMy missing you,
my wanting you,
my needing you still,
my tears spill.
it´s all been said before,
you´d just walk in the door.
My love for you,
my dreams of you
oh if it could only be,
then I´d turn back the hands of time
and you´d still be here with me.
By Suzanne Karbach 19th July 2014
Wedding VowToday, my love, I lay my hand in thine
And vow to spend forever at thy side
The path that lies ahead of thee now mine
My strength to bear thy cares and match thy stride
Today, my love, I wear thy wedding ring
I pledge devotion, heart and soul, to thee
I share what joys and sorrows time will bring
And cherish thee for all eternity
Today, my love, I pledge myself thy wife
And take thee as the husband of my heart
I gift thee all the moments of my life
That nothing in this world tear us apart
Not a gameAround they swirl through the air
Laughing loudly as they mock
And jeering at the small young girl
Who's tears run as she sobs
A prisoner of her own sadness
All alone, lost in her despair
She no longer sees the daylight
For no longer does she care
They tear and rip and pull
But she won't do a thing
The fight is won, she is done
She's fallen from the ring
The sun still shines bright outside
But her world's a dull colorless gray
Her heart is stopping, beating slow
She dies the month of May
The ones who once abused her
Showed up with their fake tears
Some had a bit of real regret
But most had only fear
They kept it their small secret
No one else could ever know
Because they had led a girl to die
Left her all alone
It wasn't their fault, they reasoned
Keep your head up.The weight of the world is sitting on your shoulders,
crushing you down,
and making you smaller.
The more you struggle,
the heavier it gets.
My advice is:
Keep your head up.
When it pushes,
And when the world gets the message,
you will fly.
And when you fly,
you will finally understand what it means to be alive.
And that is,
to keep your head up,
and look at the challenge without flinching,
and once you rein dominance,
you hand it over to another that is giving up.
No one deserves what you previously felt.
Secrets and PromisesI am here because of the past,
Because of a promise that is endeavored to be kept.
I can only hope that this dread won't last.
Since the past is also what's killing me the most.
But no one knows,
What goes on in my head.
The painful woes,
That have not yet gone away.
Secrets that can not be shared,
Buried deep, and very far.
Only if anyone cared,
But God knows no one ever will.
Hiding the truth may never feel right,
But I am only doing it for the best.
I am not going to win this fight,
For what is left of me, I'm broken.
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