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I hope you are enjoying the rain.
By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion [Psalms 137:1].
Eventually the pilgrims came down
From the mount, and we ate them
Cuz we were hungry and lazy
The night disappeared behind the earth
The sun like a black egg on the horizon
Shelia took it as a sign to undress and prepare
Herself for the coming of the next big thing.
We watched her as we gnawed on the
Bones of pilgrims
I had been forced to play a game of chess against the warden in front of the other inmates. If I won, we could all go home. If I lost, it was off to the firing squad. My immediate tactic was to stall. But the warden was a wily one, and he pressed the issue. The pawns were fingers and the queen was the wardens wife. I had her in my pocket, I knew he wouldn’t be able to take
The sun had turned everything a sodium/sulfur orange. We had been given instructions to search a field. One woman found a bone. Another an old shoe. The instructions arrive in the mail, and no one thinks anything of it.
Poems you should read:
Toad, Hog, Assassin, Mirror
Things you should know:
Dark Energy Stunts Growth
Things you should try:
Sock and Awe
The Lower Half
Thing I want for Christmas:
What are the minimal elements required for a story to be a story?
At what point does a collection of words become a narrative (narrative in the loosest possible sense)?
Is a narrative required for a story to be a story?
Are definitions helpful or obfuscating?
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