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• Choices - by margie marek "Abstract Self, Picture" Artwork by Manfred Hauben I’m stuck on the transport bus next to this crazy mother I did time with in juvie . . . Ohhhhhh, what memories.“This guy?,” I think. “Really? Of all people I never thought I'd see again and here he is, just like me, cuffed, shackled and in… {more}
  
  
• mindFULness - by margie marek "mindFULness" by margie marek alightning boltsplitthe sky in halfa crack in the ceiling?ora long neck giraffe?I wonderdid iinhalelaughing gas?some thoughts still bug metheni let themALLpass. © 2023 margie marek  All rights reserved. Click or tap here to see margie marek's profile. PREVIOUS NEXT {more}
  
  
• no•thing~ness - by margie marek "no•thing~ness" by margie marek "no•thing~ness" by margie marek Caughtin the chain space,livingan interstitial race;the hole in the donut,the space between letters,the grout in the tilesholdingemptinesstogether.A vertical gapbetween breadth,deepsilent musical rests.Aposiopesis, caesura, nothingbut nothingdepicts nothing-nessbest.Wordsso cumbersomewhennullity’s at stake.How best to describea complete blank?Hollowed out vacancies,abysmal chasms,an orificewith fissuresof… {more}
  
  
• ruthless - by margie marek "ruthless" by margie marek "Ruth Less" by margie marek In the name of Scienceher body, she forsakesto know the resultsof a gun fired in space.Ruth Lessat her own behestshot herself in the chest.With curiosity,this train of thought had begun,casually messin’ aroundjust having fun,when a bullet actually dischargedfrom… {more}
  
  
• spied her - by margie marek Artemisiareached her acmelong afterAthenalost the weave-offto Arachne.Full of rage,green with envy,Athenadestroyed Arachne’s loomthrew her shredded tapestryacross the room,then turnedthebetter weaverinto an eight leggedinsect eater.Entangledin a woven web,Arachne makes her own bed,and lays downher pretty spider head.Millennia pass,then centuries aftArtemisia‘s nameand workgarner no fame;yet,Arachneearns her place…she’s a phobiatothe… {more}
  
  
• The Helicoid - by margie marek The helicoidspiraleddownintothevoid.Getting moreand more annoyed;as,this abysswas endless.On a platform it landed,and figured a “rock bottom” it was handed.With no breeze blowing,nor cow lowing,not a single tree to seeor sway,the helicoid rolled away.To avoid falling backward,it hoped and prayed.As it’s movement went underway,it opted for UP,where the sky… {more}
  
  
• the inheritance - by margie marek When my wealthy cousin passed away and left me his self-driving car, I figured it was purely splenetic. He knows how I feel about technology and anyway, I already have a self-driving car . . . it’s my regular car that I operate with my own SELF. This high-tech… {more}
  
  
• The Original - by margie marek The Carbon-Copy went around making trouble.Looked so much like The Original,everyone thought they were seeing double.The Original receded into the shadow it cast;remandedto be a vestige of its past.Overshadowed by its shadow,The Original dulled,tasted bland,wilted; fell flat.It looked in the mirror and said, “Who’s that?”The Carbon-Copy stole… {more}
  
  

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