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mass extinction Nothing that interesting has come out from inside of us. Nothing worth hurting anything else for. How life became an endless, terrible competition. How you say you are a friend to women and girls, for example, but leave them to deal with it. How you say you could be a friend to an animal, or a grove of communicating aspens, but you leave them to deal with it. How life became an endless, terrible competition. What should we do with the alphas. What should we do with all the winners.
Alheri
Aug 21, 2020 18 Min read time Image: J vdC “I want to open the door again. I want to bring him back. And I want him to last longer this time.” A grieving widow makes a man of mud. Editor’s Note: Hussani Abdulrahim was a semifinalist for the Fall 2019 Aura Estrada Short Story Contest. “How did your husband die?” “He took ill. For twenty days his bed owned him. Then one morning, we rose and met his door ajar. His spirit had walked away. We were four.
Agnus Dei: Mars
Aug 18, 2014 1 Min read time Less than a light year ahead, this atmosphere swirls and thickens towards equilibrium, the first conifers pricking the air, dawn a blue yonder, the robin’s egg. This world that would not move, this world that once looked plain and red as sealing wax covers its face with grass, with a noise like breath blown in a bottle. Despite the warnings, I’ll step out unhindered by tank or mask, become too winded for words, or even listening.
@Tubman’s_Rock
Apr 17, 2018 People also ask what is Harriet Tubman most famous for? Flying bondsmen on French leave steal away They drove Emmett Till toward Money, Mississippi Behind enemy lines our Moses never lost a passenger People also ask why is Harriet Tubman important to the world?
Between the Palm and the Ear, Is the Master’s Language
Oct 17, 2016 We move within the snow-chromed world—: Like-animal. Like-deer. An alphabet . . . We move within the snow-chromed world—: Like-animal. Like-deer. An alphabet. Along a street white as lamp light into the winter, walking—: like language, a new text. I touch her with the eyes of my skin. The way I read any beloved—: from the ramus of the left jaw down to the cuneiform of the right foot. She isn’t so much what she is—: and becomes herself only when added to the space where she isn’t.
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