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What if a whisk

In Art, Household, Poetry on July 31, 2009 at 12:03 am
Phillip Toledano

Phillip Toledano

Manic Whisk

Let me out of this drawer–

I don’t belong here in this rabble
of misunderstood gadgets, spatulas,
and sad, hopeful corkscrews.

I am an artist–

Free me, and I will whip
heaping mountains of cream,
beat eggs within a living inch,
create meringues the likes of which
would have driven Van Gogh to burn
his precious Sunflowers. Picasso at
his most cubistic has nothing on me,
my arcs and twirls and brilliant frothing mounds.

This darkness is not worthy of me–

Dali weeps.

Umbrella window

In Art, Confessional, Music on July 30, 2009 at 11:23 am

View from life

+lyn

I am I am I own

In Confessional, Music, Nutrition on July 29, 2009 at 12:02 am

I am a beautiful flower

Hermann Forsterling

Hermann Forsterling

I am an ostrich

Keith Carter

Keith Carter

I own the ostrich

YouTube - PJ Harvey - Shame

Breaking my mind

In Art, Drama, Religion on July 27, 2009 at 12:03 am

Abandoned Places in the World

Interview with Bryan Schutmaat

jenszi, Bryan Shutmaat

Size matters. Yep, yep, yep.

In Advice, How to, Prose on July 26, 2009 at 9:53 pm

Randall Brown, writer, editor, educator, and general connoisseur of all things flash fiction, has founded a new site dedicated to making all tiny (written) things count. There are daily features that include prompts, crafting advice, a weekly guest blogger on flash fiction topics, interviews, and a Sunday micro-fiction feature. An authors page lists writers with links to their blog or website, plus a representative story. Though just getting off the ground, FlashFiction.net is already informative, exciting, and chock full of micro, mini, flashly goodnesses. I suggest you check it.

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Escape

In Art, Confessional, Sex on July 25, 2009 at 12:22 am
Bryan Shutmaat

Bryan Shutmaat

Legs twisted in fitted sheets. Body/breath heavy on me. Get away so far away.

She fights for her life

In Confessional, Household, Music on July 24, 2009 at 7:04 am

Oren Lavie

How poets die

In History, Music, Poetry on July 23, 2009 at 12:01 am

a) happiness

b) sadness

c) allboth of the above

Illustrated Life of Monk Saigyo

Where did you come from?

In Confessional, History, Universe on July 22, 2009 at 3:00 am

Antique map of the world by Stoopendaal

And where the fuck am I?

Heavy is the crown

In Confessional, Household, Universe on July 21, 2009 at 12:06 am

A woman’s hair is her crowning glory, my grandmother always said.

Chema Madoz

Chema Madoz

She also once told me she felt like she was drowning. We had been washing dishes together in silence, her hands wrist-deep in suds.  I placed the plate I’d been drying in the rack and leaned over the sink on tiptoe to look out the window at the star-speckled sky. Searched for the Milky Way, scanned for the moon.