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In 100, by Montana on November 14, 2018 at 1:18 am

A dot at the center of a circle drawn in jet black ink

An igloo persisting a whiteout in the middle of the Arctic tundra

An owl cooing softly in a forest of a hundred thousand trees

A carin enduring righteously on a jagged and windy peak

A bear bundling deeply into a cavern carved from stone

A sapling sprouting bravely in the shadow of its fallen elder

A droplet descending slowly to reach its original oneness

A fawn standing still in the soothing silence of new dawn

A phone left quietly to rest at the bottom of a pond


In Flames

In by Cait on November 13, 2018 at 11:16 pm

California is literally burning…

Feels like the apocalypse or Armageddon. The sky is hazy, full of ash and there is no fresh air in sight. Thousands of people have lost everything and have nowhere they can call home.

50 precious lives have been lost to the flames and and many more are missing or lost amongst the rubble and remnants of dilapidated structures.

How much longer with the blazing fires continue? Where will the hundreds of thousands of evacuees go to find safety and refuge as they mourn the loss and terror of such great destruction?

How do we heal?

Between Broadway and Flushing

In 100, by Briene on November 13, 2018 at 9:36 pm

“But it’s not along here, it’s where the muscle meets the bone”, as she ran a firm finger down the side of his thigh and across his knee, running into the perpendicular subway seat. 

“Like a pinched nerve?” 

“Kind of, but not quite. It was odd because up along here was where it was tight,” and her hand again ran the length of his thigh, this time pulsing gently at junctures to his knee. 

And though he watched her lips move, and felt the passion of her conjecture, he got lost in her being, and hoped the train never stopped.