The couple and their child carefully drive through the snow, aware of the slippery road, a black a red and a blue robin in a rolling cage. The streets are full of people exchanging presents after the holidays, gifts wanted and unwanted, surprises welcome and unwelcome.
Category Archives: storiesFromtheEdge
texts that are created on the edge of a precious precipice
Asthmatic
On August 12, I realised that my asthma was an unwillingness to take life. That I was alive nevertheless, and remained so, was, for me, one of the many paradoxes of existence, strewn across our path as unsolvable riddles, tough mind candy to chew on. I did not care for His jokes.
love letters
i lit a cigarette and sat down to type. but suddenly i couldn’t remember what the keyboard meant. i looked at those small black squares with white symbols on them and they seemed to tell a tale which i could not decipher.
October 15, 2009 – 2:13 pm
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By flawnt
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Posted in storiesFromtheEdge
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Tagged bird, eat and be eaten, gazelle, keyboard, letters, lion, love, roundelay, sex
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Potato Mash
Honey-coated cashews stood next to her bedside table and her lampshade carried long-forgotten symbols that had last been seen during the first crusade. She was of mixed breeding which amounted to no breeding at all.
October 11, 2009 – 3:22 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in podcast, published, storiesFromtheEdge
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Tagged elianna, god, granny, Metazen, podcast, pork, potato mash
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india times
I don’t do much travelling anymore. I lost the taste for it after 9/11 I think. Airplane scare me. Instead, I travel in my imagination. It helps when I get input from elsewhere like through the following note, which I found on the floor of a telephone cabin on Broad St, London, not far from …
September 25, 2009 – 10:32 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in published, storiesFromtheEdge
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Tagged diary, eccentric, india, orchestra, scandal, story
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The Vessel
he suddenly knew how he’d paint the priest: standing in the door of the brothel with his shock of hair shooting off in all directions and the hair and the door frame talking to each other like intelligent earthworms, and the same hairy lines pursuing each other in all directions from the house across the sky
July 28, 2009 – 4:01 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in storiesFromtheEdge
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Tagged brothel, kraut, painting, podcast, prophet, vessel, whore
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war child
When he disembarked and saw the vast crowd, his heart was moved with pity for them, for they were like sheep without a shepherd; and he began to teach them many things. Gospel, Mk 6:30-34 ONCE upon a time, fairy tales just happened and if you had walked up to an ordinary man or woman …
July 18, 2009 – 10:04 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in storiesFromtheEdge
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Tagged enoch, sandals, tabernacle, war
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absurd mice – a campus novel
At 9 a.m. the classes were filling up and Professor Cricket, Dean of the Law school, arrived in his shoddy clothes. He drove a 1967 Carmanghia which he had named “Carson McCullers”.
July 12, 2009 – 11:43 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in podcast, published, storiesFromtheEdge
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Tagged absurd, academic, campus, frog, hobo pancakes, mice, sisyphos
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snow white
From The New York Times, June 26, 2059. “On this day 50 years ago, the King of Pop, Michael Jackson, suffered a serious heart failure in his Los Angeles home. After an immediate successful resuscitation by attending paramedics, the body of the singer & performer who had moved the entire world, was transferred to his …
June 26, 2009 – 1:10 pm
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By flawnt
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Posted in storiesFromtheEdge
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Tagged king, Michael Jackson, music, pop, Thriller
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error of judgement
- don’t you want to say good-bye, said the riding teacher to the little girl who had wandered off to follow a donkey whose behind was swaying back and forth in an interesting manner of swaying. the little girl did not hear her. her uncle who stood next to the teacher, shrugged and smiled an …
June 6, 2009 – 2:03 pm
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By flawnt
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Posted in storiesFromtheEdge
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Tagged breasts, donkey, error, leash, panic
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