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Swamp Mirroring Clouds

A Light on the Corner

Sometimes the universe has a way with timing and coincidences that cannot be explained. We witness small happenings that don’t seem relevant when relaying them to someone else, and rarely do we have a witness nearby to collaborate the occurrence. I try to keep up with these

The Marble Cup

Diego drank first then poured a cup for his wife. They’ve held these ceremonies every Friday for the last eight years and yet she still had a pained expression as she swallowed the drink. A woman assisting with the ceremony went next. Lucy followed. She looked beautiful and serious in the candlelight. Then it was my turn.

Virginia Frances Sterrett

Yield.

An underlying murmur rises, swells in my chest and fills my throat with unborn tears; a lament for neglected fruit I’ve left to ferment in the sun, drunk off sips of sadness from this bitter wine. Standing on tip toe in the orchard of ether, can

by Andrea Afra

Nice to Meet You

…It’s not their flaws or shadows or even their actions against us that are judged, but their intentions. Friends err; enemies calculate.

One strand

When in your dreams and your heart the ground is solid, and your strand of trust and love is woven around your partner’s strand to form a single cord able to support the heaviest burdens, yet…

by andrea afra

Do you want me to believe

Do you want me to believe your lies or your truths? Choose one because time is short and I can’t believe both.

Cleave

Cleave to the highest concept of who you are; abandon doubt that blinds you of your utmost vision.

Fernand Khnopff-A Mask, circa 1897

Words’ Worth

When we bare our fears and weaknesses, our twisted pasts and uncertain futures, we get a little closer to understanding we’re not alone in our doubts.

William Cheselden’s Osteographia, 1733 and The Anatomy of the Human Body, 1740

Your Witness

Some believe that life is the result of a universal accident and the chemical flux in our bodies deludes us into thinking we’re more than just its hapless, unanchored subjects. It baffles me to hear such yielding certainty, especially when it is quite apparent that