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What Am I?     Lingering in that photo...

In that simple shot (still, I feel the bullet there)
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.

I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.

I do not have the means to
     Transport
myself
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
astonishing beauty.
I am not a woman.

Sometimes, I still take the
     Weight
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
self-doubt.

and
Sometimes,What Am I? by ~WillowPen

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glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.

it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.

at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
the glass in the tide by *i-am-a-bridgewalker

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Remover

She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.

Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.

Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollectRemover by ~Clockchat

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Lilac II - tankaa star-glow
connects their breaths -
a river path.
in lilac light
she forgets to sigh.Lilac II - tanka by ~Atheshya

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Need A Heart? Take Mine...I was slowly beginning to surface through the heavy clouds of anesthesia when my eyelids were wrenched open and a bright light penetrated through the haze moving rapidly from eye to eye.

"Steven... Steeeeven... Hellloooo... Yoohoo, Steven wake up. Can you hear me Stephen?" The voice couldn't have been anyone besides my cardiologist, an annoying middle aged man that probably still lived with his mother. I found it hard to believe that he passed medical school and it was even harder for me to believe that he was the best in the country.

I attempted blinking and was successful after Dr. Nahill realized I was awake and also perfectly capable Need A Heart? Take Mine... by ~CognoviUmbras

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Road Trips Through Canyons"Can I tell you a story?"

The words slithered
from her tongue
wrapping around me
like a boa's perilous coils;
Suffocating me
to a point
where I could only
squeak out,
"Yes."

From then on
I took road trips
on the deep grooves
of her voice.

Traveling on
unknown back routes
where sweet grandmothers
sold flavored honey
and desperate criminals
hitchhiked
hoping no one would find
the bodies they hid.

But all the bodies she hid
Were laid
deep in her skin
marked and covered
so that no one
would ever find
the burial grounds.

Twisting turns,
Rapids
of her gravelly voice
filling my head with
avalanches,
on avalanches
of yet un-pursued knowRoad Trips Through Canyons by ~TPak16

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These are fine examples of what literature is crafted to be. Take heed and take notice of their nuances and anatomy, for they are thunderbolts among this word-drenched thunderstorm.

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Only as Old

by ^NicSwaner, Jan 9, 2011, 1:40:12 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

"Frail bones predict what fragile minds can't detect,"
He trailed off slowly, "And my bones are achin'."
The air around me hung low and depressed,
Sticking to the back of my throat like a stormy syrup
I'd tried to swallow down.

I peered out the kitchen window
And caught an inklet of patched-over-grey sky;
I wondered what was in store for the day.

Impartial to the gloom outside, we stepped out onto the back porch;
Grandpa wobbled out with his cane in hand and we waited.
In the hushed stillness the trees traded birds—
Robins, swallows, whippoorwills, and cardinals.
If you squinted hard enough at the sullen shrubbery,
You could spot the caterpillar creeping to the underside of the leaf.

That's when I looked at Grandpa,
And saw through his eyes nature receding
At his prescience of a storm.

"Grandpa, how do you always know?"
He chuckled and simply said: "The world tells me."
It was left at that, but years later I have found
That the world is only as old as the person to whom you speak.

Grandpa left me on that porch that day, with myself and the rousing thunder;
And I watched as the world around me grew younger.

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Bitlets 49Ugh— Ursa Minor had a major role
reversal. No longer a celestial pole
Polaris plucked knuckles to humbucker
pickups like Magellanic clouds dusted up
and up around a southern confiscation cross
planted in the soured milky black hole epi-
centrifuge of a galaxy not so far, far away.
Bitlets 49 by ^NicSwaner

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Bitlets 48There are words in the dictionary, including belief and fact;
he forms sentences with a scientific method applied to a faith in magic.Bitlets 48 by ^NicSwaner

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Bitlets are about quantity, not quality. Free-write at least one a day about what is on your mind, going on around you, or the state of your life. Ignore the urge to edit; it's not about being profound on purpose, it's about stumbling on it by accident.

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Nic Swaner
Artist | Student | Literature

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Artist's Statement 10/25/2011

Nic Swaner is a studying graphic designer, and a budding young writer whose concepts and syntax require a rush of blood and breath to the lungs. For inspiration he need not look far from the cyclopean sun, feel the displacement before the epilepsy, synthesize some synesthesia, or recall the origami folds his hands have memorized throughout the years.

Nic is almost entirely self-taught in the ways of writing and in doing so has created a style all his own. His medium is mainly through poetry, short stories and articles for websites; he excels in portraying his thoughts and ideas in a world of complex and harmonious verbiage. He is always whittling away at several works of writing that will be submitted to free publishers or magazines. Nic will always be happy to edit and critique your writing, whether it's poetry or prose. Contact him at Packeranatic@gmail.com.

Nic is currently studying graphic design and the fundamentals of art. He has always emphasized the power of concept over complexity, and have maximized color and composition to their utmost potential. He prefers to work with photomanipulations and typography to portray his concepts. He is always open to critique from his peers. Other artistic endeavors from Nic include folding origami, film photography, darkroom artwork such as photograms, and music production.

Trivia

Nic lives in Chicago, Illinois, but his hometown is Robinson, Illinois. He likes Progressive Rock and Underground Rap music. Marcus J. Ranum is his most adored photographer. Samurai Jack is his favorite cartoon character along with Ed, Edd, and Eddy. His favorite ice cream flavor is French Vanilla. He has a mild form of sound to color synesthesia for melodies and believes the song Echoes by Pink Floyd is green.

"The world is only as old as the person to whom you speak." - Nic Swaner

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FotoFriday: Maastunnel Syndrome

Journal Entry: Tue May 21, 2013, 9:38 PM

Welcome to our fourth FotoFriday session at #CRLiterature!

Update!

Remember, you have until Thursday night this week to comment on this journal with a link to the deviation inspired by the image below! We can't wait to see what you produce.

Two months ago, we relaunched FotoFriday at #CRLiterature, and here's the next installment. Last week, *ShadowedAcolyte gave us this image as a prompt:

And here are the pieces inspired by that image:

Snow-globeShe had a little snow-globe in her room, and in that perfect moment of twilight it would send incandescent flittering light all across the ceiling. It seemed that it was trying to break the glass of which it was made, trying to set free the beauty it confined. She would pick it up and shake it, but it was not snow that would flurry and fuss in the confinement, but little specks of jewels. When it sat quietly on her bedside table, it was peaceful and white, with some of her bedroom-wall blue forced into its hues. In it lived two beings, so restrained and yet so free. The first, a woman, grounded to the floor and touching the glass with her bar Flight The look of triumph slips off his face as he hovers six feet above the sand. He waves his arms, straining to sink back to earth. He doesn't move any lower. He can't.

She tries not to laugh, but it feels so good to see him with out his cloak of arrogance.

“But how am I supposed to land?”

“Didn't you finish the chapter?” she asks.

“I never read that far. There's never anything important.”

“Right,” she says. And this time her laughter won't be contained. It's spilling out around the edges of her self control so hard she's shaking.

“Stop it. It's not funny. Get me down.”

I Jump StartJump Start

we camped in the desert almost every weekend
doctors said relaxation would help, getting away would help
isolation did drive us to shelter in each other
a haven with all the frailty of a tent flap
on days like that day: sky a faded, salt-flat grey,
clouds carrying someone else’s rain
pushed by grit-laden wind that stripped
saliva from spent lips and sweat from two scratched backs

until she came sprinting over the privy dune, waving a stick
then the thunder broke in me, an adrenal flash flood
that swept my sense away, chest seized, near drowning
and I leaped, as if by terrified joy I could become a bird
limbs hooking the win

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How does FotoFriday Work?

Every other Friday we will post a photograph from a deviant's gallery that we find intriguing and interesting. Using this photograph as a prompt, you are encouraged to write something—anything—based on it. It doesn't matter what form of writing, how much you write or even whether you end up with a complete piece—this is all about the prompt and what it inspires!

Are there any rules?

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This Week's Photograph...

Maastunnel Syndroom by *insolitus85

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