a gasping little voice: February 2011

Walter Conley has put out another ezine full of amazing photography to go along with the short pieces from writers I admire more than I can say.

Have a look.

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snow again.weary of the cold,shoveling and the stench of drying socks, bess dreamed of a sunny vacation with her own cabana boy, and sighed.
monica went from blood bank to fertility clinic to wigmaker, selling parts of herself to save for a facelift she felt would make her perfect
not knowing how to say goodbye, she deleted email addresses,profiles-- created a new persona. the internet made it easy to disappear.
the boudreau family watched the news and the situation in haiti; pleased help was offered--forgiving all for ignoring them after katrina.
meg wove through piles of junk, past stacks of paper, then sat to watch 'horders'. those poor people were crazy--she was a collector.
as dee paid for her cigarettes, this woman in line announced, "those cause cancer!" dee blinked, then said, "already got it."
grabbing a kleenex to catch a sneeze and wipe her nose, jill knew if she were flemmish, she'd insist the world use a different name for snot
rose rode the thrill train of her big promotion after a year of 70 hr weeks from the office to the front door of her now empty house.
faced with a dry christmas tree, torn wrapping paper and empty boxes, rose used a match to start the fire. it was easier than cleaning.
she stumbled through life, losing jobs, destroying relationships, deleting friends. never learning, she always blamed others for her pain.

a gasping little voice

Thursday, February 17, 2011

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