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Hot Tin Roof: ‘The Kitchen’

Hot Tin Roof

The Kitchen By Chris Wiersema Uh huh, yeah. No, I’m listening. Stuck at the office. Broccoli in the steamer in half an hour. Asshole boss—you said it first—deadline at nine so no later than ten. Chicken breast thawing in the sink.” Eleven year-old mumbled on the cordless, wiped afternoon Koz-Zone cartoons out of his eyes. […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Three Heart Harmonies

Hot Tin Roof

Three Heart Harmonies By Diane LaDuke Bullets of sleet clatter hard against the windows. Stel, my infant son, trembles. I hold him tight against my heart to sooth him.  My wife and daughter sing carols from the kitchen. Their duet offers a warm respite from the winter blitz. Tonight, my heart is full and peaceful. […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Home

Hot Tin Roof

  Home By Anonymous If I asked to hold finger and crush bone, you’d let me. Let me carry your baggage so you can walk again: Your mayonnaise-worshipping Grandmother, your Preachers passionate in their peony garden paradise Sofas, your sweet tea sticky like tar between your back Arm where the bottle fell out of your […]

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Becoming a Ghost: Seeing God

I enter through the gate, its cold irons bound to deter all but the most melancholy. The place is crowded with the thick silence of the dead. Their bodies, encased in caskets, cannot create sounds capable of penetrating the surface. The muffled buzz of their muted thoughts, too deep for me to fathom, weigh in the air like an insensible fog. They saturate the gravity of the place.
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Becoming a Ghost: Seeing Love

I feel cobblestones beneath my feet and remember how my bike jolted as I had raced home against the day. The lights guide me forward, under sky and over stone, illuminating the tree that had sheltered our soft kisses and the sidewalk where I had lifted her after she stumbled. A car drives by, its formulaic noise splashing over me, dampening the reality of love that beckoned me forward. It drives away the faint echo of her laugh, a proud and glad song that defied the demons that tormented her. Love was present in that laugh. I see this. […]

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Becoming a Ghost: Seeing Light

I open my eyes and see an amorphous fog that muffles the tonal differences among the shades that seem suddenly unsayable—the way that, at the decisive moment, your mouth forgets how to shape the name of the very person you most love. Objects beckon me, doing nothing more than exist, than flicker at the horizon of my gaze. Each clamors with an internal drive to reveal itself, light sparking outward, radiating from its core… […]

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Hot Tin Roof: My Rip Torn erotic fanfiction

By William G. Lantta Academy Award Nominated Actor Rip Torn stumbles around my living room like an orangutan. He’s younger than he is now, roaring off his small role in Columbia Pictures smash 1997 hit, Men In Black. He flicks on the fan to its highest setting, it seems like it will rip free of […]

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