Category: Fiction
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A Spoon in the Desert
“Hey, Abdul!” “Hey guys, what’s up?” “Where’ve you been all summer? It’s the first day of school and we never even got to hang out!” Habib complained. “You’d never believe me.” Abdul shook his head with a wry grin. “It’s too…amazing.” “Sure we would. C’mon! Give it up!” Ali urged. “Well, okay.” Abdul shrugged. “My dad had…
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Melvin’s Lament
Melvin is a merman fraught with angst. His parents’ irresponsible and haphazard interspecies coupling left him with a laundry list of psychological disorders to navigate: “Mirror, mirror on the seafloor, what am I really, at my core? Am I merman, or am I troll— Is this always, how I must roll?”
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Scapegoat
From where does the thundercloud come with its black sacks of tears?~ Neruda’s ‘The Book of Questions’ (El libro de las preguntas). Wild broken-hearted tears of lovers lost or never found in the first place. Tears of anger, disappointment frustration and loneliness — desperate tears offered up to Heaven when all else failed — tears…
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Jeff & Joni
It’s Quatrain Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is the word “set.” ℵ Ink hadn’t even set on the weddin’ invites b’fore Jeff was out hookin’ his-self up with anything female what had a pulse. Folks felt sorry for “Sweet Joni” gettin’ knocked-up but what hardly nobody knew was that kid wasn’t…
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If You Could Be Mine
If you could be mine undoubtedly my wildest dreams would be realized. I’d never ask for anything ever again; I would have it all — my wants, my needs my most tender desires all wrapped up in one delicious (and heretofore unattainable) parcel of mind-blowing bliss. Yes, perhaps. Perhaps. But! if you could be mine would…
aka, The Abject Muse 