Tag: magic realism
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May 17, 2008 02:50 PM EDT --
The afghan blanket Grandma knitted when Brad went off to college curled in a ball around his feet. Pulling the blanket up over his head, sleep came and with it an unsettling . . .
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August 11, 2007 03:47 PM EDT --
Clair Waverly is a lonely woman in her thirties living in a big old house in a small southern town. The house has a lovely garden, from whence she derives the herbs and flowers that flavor and empower . . .
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March 01, 2009 08:49 AM EST --
Light
A few colorful lights are stuck in his eyes. He splashes a few wet tears in there. Lights linger. Their color disseminate from the edges. A transmutation of the glowing haze. . . .
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June 16, 2008 11:06 PM EDT --
Over the years I've been fascinated by seeing solitary shoes in unusual places. A poem I wrote five years ago grew into a short story, and then evolved into my novel.
In that novel, Jen-Zen . . .
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October 19, 2006 08:56 PM EDT --
One evening when we sat by the distances, she told me of her wish to burn her body to see her souls catch fire, too. She said she loved the perfume of burnt-out souls. I realized that it was going to be . . .
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June 28, 2008 01:20 AM EDT --
Sal, a finder of misplaced objects notices the sunglasses, flip flops and boxers left on the pathway heading to the beach. They are his gifts today, so gallant is he of these strays seeking ownership. . . .
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September 12, 2008 07:46 AM EDT --
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September 14, 2008 03:03 PM EDT --
Tushi was a cat who could have been an ocean.
She could have been other things as well like – a blanket that smelled of warmth, a puddle in your green yards, a broken wristwatch, a collage of photographs . . .
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April 16, 2009 10:01 PM EDT --
It was said that the fire didn’t have a beginning.
I had discovered it for the first time
Inside the palms of the nurses. As they
Threw it on us. It was much like playing
With the snowballs. The . . .
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May 04, 2008 09:52 PM EDT --
He had made a small hut beside the sea. On days of the tide, the sea would stretch to the place his home was. He had made two doors on the opposite sides of the wall - one from which the sea came in; the . . .
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March 26, 2009 10:24 PM EDT --
16807.
He had tied his index finger to her memories with a thread. Whenever he’d raise his fingers at her, she knew he’s talking about her past.
2401.
She wanted him to be . . .
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September 16, 2007 01:25 AM EDT --
She entered the world of muteness as if she had just stepped into glass.
It was, once again, like her childhood. In those days a few gypsies used to come and stay in a place close to their country-house. . . .
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May 18, 2008 09:27 PM EDT --
She was playing with the mist. She made balls of smoke and rolled them into the denser mist. Then, she would go in looking for the ball. Each time when she came out with the ball she realized that . . .
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June 01, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
In the end, the wings took her inside herself. She flew right through her own nostrils.
The flight, she still recalls, was endless. She didn't know that her inside was deeper and vaster than the . . .
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May 06, 2008 10:05 PM EDT --
She had purple eyes. There were certain colors that she couldn't see and the world was a less congested place for her. She also had the powers of turning an object invisible for her eyes and thereby, . . .
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May 09, 2008 11:32 AM EDT --
A maddening music of the mist
Dispersed
Spread like dreams
Of a child
Knew nothing but nightmares
Wrapped in golden ribbons
On his birthdays
Celebrated annually
Every week or so
With . . .
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May 27, 2008 10:35 PM EDT --
The eye is an abyss. Many who fell in it drowned forever. Many times when the eye blinked the world was drenched in darkness for a few fragments of a second. A black earth. It was an eye that held . . .
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December 25, 2008 01:51 PM EST --
The twilight broke his window pane. Along with all other glasses in his home. Shards of glass dusts scattered all over the floor. Illumined by a forgotten light of the day bygone. The illumination . . .
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January 18, 2009 11:44 AM EST --
On the day he turned eight, his grandma gifted him a book. It was called “The Intersection of Eight”. He couldn’t understand the title. And therefore, it became all the more elusive to him. And although . . .
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April 26, 2007 10:30 AM EDT --
He went from, town to town selling the breeze of foreign lands. He said he had cures to every disease trapped in his transparent jars. Even death. He had brought many a corpses back to life. One day a . . .
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