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- Carolyn BlackJuly 19, 2010Certain Sunday miracles are right to exist: creeping clover, ants that greet with fire, and the children, the children, their unnerving carillon. The minister's wife, ever so sly, draws the curtain.
- JaimeJuly 21, 2010Nature and optical illusions. Literature and metaphors. What if what we say isn't true in a physical sense, but real in another? I'm dreaming of this place, of you on this bench, quietly, waiting.
- Tigress looms behind a tree, an abandonned soldier lost to the hinges of her plastic, painted jaw. Buried beneath dusty maple keys, one day a boy will find him and wonder, what beast lives here?
- Children's baseball game. Dad's flurried hand signals—come, stop, that way, GO-GO-GO!—so resemble the school traffic guard that the boy mistakes Sunday for Monday, leisure another chance to fail.
- Karen KingJuly 21, 2010The pigeon stayed still on the branch knowing he'd been caught and that below, she was blogging it to the world. He'd promised mum that'd he'd never ever fly above garbage lid level. But oh. The view.
- Is there a breeze on your face? Locate its source and write 100 exact words to describe it.
- Natalie Zina WalschotsJuly 24, 2010"I'll starve you to save you," thought parent-sparrow as child, wing-tips quivering and voice plaintive, hopped behind. Feed me feed me feed me.
- Take a picture of what's in front of you. Now write to that picture. What didn't you see before?
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