Category: fiction

  • Nightlife

    Nightlife

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    Todd
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    The dead are drugged, dragged outside, and left unburied. The murderers have gone behind the trees for a smoke. The air is a choking haze. The sky should be black but it is not. The moon is full, a jaundiced yellow. I feel sick. How did I get here? This is a mistake. I don’t…

  • Serpents

    Serpents

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    Todd
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    The sea of serpents is gone, along with the edge of the earth and its last waterfall that has taken us beyond. So where are we now? Farther than we were before? Traveling toward a flaming night sky dissolving into an ocean of dreams. Dragons still lurking in the blind eye. Vines hanging from the…

  • Storm

    Storm

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    Todd
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    Let your tears fall on the seeds of sorrow for tomorrow love shall bloom. photo-art design by todd crawshaw

  • Cumulus-Cantata

    Cumulus-Cantata

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    Todd
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    Light takes water and gives it wings, rising like dumb angels, fat and beautiful, parading in nomadic white masses, a slow bulging ballet, high across the blue cascading stage. photo-art design by todd crawshaw

  • Writers

    Writers

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    Todd
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    How I came to love books and became a writer is somewhat of a mystery to me. When I was young, I do not recall having any favorite books. I read very little. Not even comic books. My older brother, unlike me, devoured books, including the fifteen-book series of the Wizard of Oz and countless…

  • Once

    Once

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    Todd
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    Inside a grove of trees, he found himself wandering down a hallway of fenestrated light through a library of dreams which led to a door called once upon a time. photo-art design by todd crawshaw

  • Falling

    Falling

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    Todd
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    She was falling to her death like the earth into the sun, slowly and relative to nothing that mattered anymore. So she accepted the stranger’s offer to buy her a drink without bothering to turn and see who this new Patron Saint of Alcohol was. The offer had been conveyed to her by the bartender…

  • Therapy

    Therapy

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    Todd
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    For three years he remained her patient, coming to her plush office, lying on her leather couch, and exposing his phobias – fears of acquiring then losing everything he owned. There was much to lose. He had property around the world – estates, vacation homes, villas, even a castle. The numerous companies he presided over…

  • Fear

    Fear

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    Life’s a high-wire act, said a man seated across the table from me. His eyes were mesmerizing, intense like a bird of prey. The trick, he added, is to not look down. As if calculating our thoughts, he smiled before confessing, This is not to say I’ve never slipped from the proverbial wire. No! In…

  • Heroics

    Heroics

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    Todd
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    From pop-up books to electric trains to video games, he dismantled all his toys. Within days after flirting with the notion of play, he divided each item, strewn in pieces across the floor, decomposed to nuts, screws, and micro chips. Neither his father nor mother could comprehend their son’s destructive nature. As he grew, he…