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Ode to a feckless phone without mercyIf only I could I’d fling your heftO, device of delight shining brightlyDragging my joy to its lowest depth When your role was to make me happyInstead you’ve rendered my plans bereftPixelated frozen true crime documentaryNo podcasts, no paranormal audiobooks, no nothing left Yet a skein of wool has
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It was never meant to go this farJust wanted to fly on the Whirl A GigTo scream ourselves hoarseAs the wind caught our secrets You held my hand on the Ghost TrainIt was never meant to go this farBabysitting money splurgedOn hot buttered corn and cotton candy mouthfuls Cherry ice warm lipsMissing that last busIt
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Curl into me, little oneI will keep you safeYour back to my chestYour hands in mineMy arms are the only cradle you’ve knownOur breaths mingle on Auntie’s sofa Tell you a storyIt’s too late for storiesWe have to move again maybeOkay a short oneThe one about the hedgehogWith blow bubble wings andBunny ears no bumblebee
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The dirt driveway sneaked around and up to the Marrow farm. Officer Ravencroft drove up surveying the half rotten chicken coop and worn farmhouse. He slammed his patrol car door. Old Man Marrow watched the cop watching his farm.Without a word Lucan Marrow climbed down from his lopsided porch and headed for the circle.Ravencroft followed.
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“What’s with the creepy door, Colin?” Rosie asked. “I love all the natural light. Are you on city water or well water?”Malcom glanced up from his phone to scrutinize another cluttered room in his uncle’s new to him house. It was an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Colin had worked some deal with
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Momma why are there so many stars?” Beatrix slurped her milk and surveyed the sky.“Well I can only tell you what was told to me. First Woman gathered her epic wisdom and pressed it into diamonds in her cornmeal pot and was set to lay them out on the night’s velvet. Out of pure cussedness
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“Shall I play Mother?” Iris raised a plump hand in a helpful gesture.Agatha smiled her answer and Iris lifted the china teapot. It was bright white with yellow band and cheery blue flowers. And must’ve costed the earth. The fine dark tea splashed into its cup. Iris poured another for herself. There were no biscuits
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“I need you to listen to me very carefully. You don’t know me, but I know you.” The voice in my head was calm as a cleaver. I had held my breath waiting when I noticed the blank envelope among the bills and circulars. I turned the letter carefully in my hands. No need to
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Electric air bristles with revulsionQuiet enough for a dropped pinThe world has outgrown sideshowsAt least our consciences like to pretend Truth be told we’re not very far from the freakshows we’ve only added a markup language spinPenny Dreadfuls have morphed into podcastsThat teach us it’s never a mannequin Late of Mary Lynch, an unassuming volume
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“It’s true bro honest to God. I saw it on tik tok.”Chris sighed. Denny had a PlayStation, the newest games, his mom always bought Fanta, but he would not stop talking. While sidestepping zombie Rottweilers, Chris made interested sounds.“You know how you can dial 411 for help even if your phone’s dead or unlock any
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