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Floating plushie
by Ana
Put all your expectations aside. If you're looking for brainy people and smart ideas, this might not be for you, not that it wouldn't be for you, only don't expect it to be. I guess this is enough of an introduction, and now let's dive into self-expression. Mine or yours. Don't decide as yet. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Episodes
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How I Birthed
First the legs, in a sudden fury, jerking the whole, motionless right-side, at first, unheard, silent for too long, feeling all the feels, all the pains and names a birth could give, unherd-ing bit by bit, as if body-packs were now wolf-packs howling, asking for their names. And I named it...
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I Walk Among
I walk among the fibres of my memories, gently picking up the remains of a human touch, a glance that too-often-happened, an imagined discussion that raised an eyebrow when the wind blew my mind, a replayed event that played its role once and for all (...) Photo by Alex Lion on Unsplash Hosted on...
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Crossing Over
To Hub Saying goodbye when I wasn't there but I was can be the hardest what would I say: "You couldn't have chosen a more beautiful day to go," I found myself saying towards the end of it, just because I'm assuming you'd continue to enjoy everything over there. It wasn't the same for Mom, I...
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Haiku I
Life ends and be- gins — each time — You love again Daisy whispers He loves me not Dandelions trust the sky to fall Their heads — The yellow sun. Spring blooms, winds; it scattered. In quest for time You have the margins ( in the words of Danny Gregory) Old, fuzzy TV Got character High Definition…
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A Little Bit of Green in Everything
(...) Adapting the coloured trend to every style sandwiched between flash-like memories, polaroid meteors on the visual map and rhythms, green themselves, and the sunsets as real as a drop of water dripping off the coat of a human being returning home after riding the rain, for the rain. Tangible...
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Aging Women
Women are even more beautiful as they age because on their faces and bodies, but especially in their hearts, all the flowers of the world are pressed into...aging. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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Human in Time
I was moving through time as if I didn't exist While space reminded me of the record I am Grabbing me tightly, dancing me backwards Into lights and darks Photo:...
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Rocks of Solid Foundation
For all the people who are on the night train alone thinking about the beauty of the world - lonesome reflection For all the flowers that bloom after long winters For all the unsung heroes who were once villains For all the mistiest of souls who were once lost but now found For all the bloodshot...
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Flowing River at the Moment of a Confession
I was asked if I missed or healed from missing my mom First of all, she is not dead in the sense most of us understand death Second of all, you cannot escape the most human example of being a human: miss, love, miss, miss love - to the extent of not coming across it. It's very human to be able to...
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Saintly
(...) in a beguiling sentiment that, as part of the lifecloth, in the most inhumanely humane way, almost undivinely divine, it is worth understanding: when life leaves the body, the prominent feeling is not of absence but of presence Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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Light-Dark as if Such a Colour Existed
Light green replaced by dark green after a few steps in time Moses has taken. His return - she following suit, in his footsteps, going a little further, with confidence - the lightness in the younger age would give, in the wonders, in the makings. 'Miss, do you miss...it?' 'The more you give, the...
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The Lambs Are Dancing
The lambs are dancing while rolling rocks on the shoulders of the hills They are singing while spitting salt on the bottom of the sea (...) they are dancing and in this dance there's us ... ... ... .. ... . ... ... .. ... ... .... .... ... ............... ... singing Liam Read's Photo on Unsplash...
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Human Condition
HUMAN CONDITION They call it a heart. I call it the lack of it. (...) Your baby's hair grows. short Of ages of desire, Of the beat of innocence, of the last touch of candour. It grows. (...) Photo: freepik.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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Your Patch
Spare the sun the view it has on trees Barks that you peel as you'd like to get it why they don't complain (as we do when skin peels softly into ages of beauty unsure if only young age you'd call beauty) when their bodies fall to ground, to die, already dead or just moving into another state the...
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crammed
Old her crammed into her vanities slipping her hands into time's pockets. This pocket having as big events as chasing eclipses on a starry sky, or vice versa. Verse in, vice out. The pat on the shoulder from the child they used to be, a peek-a-boo kind of sign, with a grin on those small…
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A Man of Halves
A Man of Halves (Canibalove) He bites off the whole of her as if she was no half He eats her entirely as if she were no half It sounds terrible though it isn't It is a story where in order to exist you have to CANIBALOVE As that is the highest form of love: There is no half way to hell or heaven...
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Not Until
(...) Not until neighing has become the voice of nature in the barking of the dogs, chirping of the birds and scattering of the wind Not until you've admitted wholeheartedly Not until you've disgraced yourself that you've been graced (...) Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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The Green Can Be
that's why dreams are...instead of dreaming of being who you're not, be you. Someone is taking a picture of you Of you next to a king and his queen Maybe it's you taking night snap shots while dreaming of becoming You. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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The Master and His Horse
This horse has only one master This master has only one horse They brush the skin off of each other and eat its pores into the undulating Nature - closing the eyes, everything a Gaussian distribution - they never ride away with or eat it off - an entirely different story: as they inhabit dreams…
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Womb People
Round us to the shape of the womb To the cry it bestows on humanity as if the mouth of the tomb was birthing light where the dark past of unrepented faults infused into the soft, fluid form of the body and soul was glowing its contrary layers into youngsters, the mature and the old. Natural...
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Towering Over
These pines will never fall towering over unkind buzzes of cars and people all together as they swing from side to side teased but not humbled by the wind: they own this - heads raised between the ground and the sky they can afford to differentiate themselves from humans (...) Photo credits:...
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That's her
She doesn't push for the future. She's been waiting. God has found a nest in her. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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Untitled
Before they started devouring as we know they have. (...) then sacred consciousness you're left with as you weep like a prophet (...) Photo credits: My sister's photo from her personal archive Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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there'something impossible
there's something impossible in every fine line of her body as age takes its toll and rests on the only bone that unites the sky and the earth. Photo credits: https://depositphotos.com/photos/impossible.html?qview=13666763 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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Dystopian Town in Perspective. On the Verge of Utopia
A door opens another while another door closes another window that opens a window that closes. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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Ones
"Tell me, A.G.!" "Why is it that your shoes crushed the ants?" "Do you hope to get seen someday?" He did not answer. A wry smile lit up his face as he went up to her... Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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Wintering
(the first ever winter that turned into summer overnight) Her ancestors as if condemned, none of them entertained hope, but she suspended the warped war and soared up to the multicoloured moonbeams, living out the world's dreams as its youngest resident. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for...
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Skin
Biting the biting frost looking into the sun warm and golden-coated they become The outstretched hand suspended in the air as if... Feeling with his gaze the crusty old cheek, wrinkled, soft, yet red At the same time, as hard as rock, healthy under the power of tenderness of a wide, innocent…
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Love but You Love
Love but You Love trees with their trunks moving too deep into the ground, or way up reaching further and further into a sky, never quite understanding the sense of direction when they choose to exist as they lend themselves for people to reach the sky they're made themselves of while digging…
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The Sun
Weightless, as if the sun has burnt ties, unburnt loving raw connections giving people the nudge to move stairless climbs into what others might call the impossible resistance to power. Imponderable, he climbs the insides of the wrong stomach, rounded by taken [almost never given] pleasures.…
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Fish
Fish She got on the local train, settled for one seat, no one seated right next to her. Within seconds, she discovered the next seat was utterly splashed with dry mud stains. Next, on the other row of seats, an old man, a fisherman, an angler, with a handmade walking stick, eating some bread or...
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A Reading: "Concerning the Sound of a Train Whistle in the Night or On the Efficacy of Fiction" by Haruki Murakami
As this is a reading of Haruki Murakami's short story "Concerning the Sound of a Train Whistle in the Night or On the Efficacy of Fiction", there will be no transcript other than the cover picture for the episode. I hope you enjoy the short story as much as I do. Hosted on Acast. See...
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She Will Find Peace
She'll find peace in the greens and reds and nothing in-between in the paper tissues for tears after tears that soak spilt water making it one with them in the blood nebulae that float magically in body tissues, broken, exploded into pieces, magnetically, kinaesthetically suppressed in zero…
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Untitled III
Born. Childhood. Raised. His adulthood not up to the bar. They didn't build themselves up nor their houses by mixing clay with crumbs of bread. How then? Sold their hearts when they left their lands. Sold them. All. Not a single dime of their soul left. Or maybe one. One flicker. Nobody's home....
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Untitled II
harassed down a lane. The setting sun through the dusty midsummer landscape slipping past weary, unnoticed beauty, dissatisfied, cynical. The hopes of youth - ulcers arguing, speaking, self-absorbed, not even noticing how stubborn. On the crest of a hillock, the little creature hurtled off into…
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Untitled I
They dragged him. They dragged him out of the woods when no one saw when no one was there to stare. Bogged down by no remorse. Drowned out in the noises logging machines make and that could have drilled open even a heart of stone. If no one but them knew, conscience was more likely to feel clean....
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The Whisper Tamer
They said that what was ‘us’ must die. The confession twirled over half of the city: half-asleep, half-naked. Half-truth. It spiralled into whispers we hear every night before we go to bed with someone else, or no one. It sank in so that sometimes I think I feel the ache of the water running...
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One-line Poems
Threefold blossoms: tenfold more than tenfold. To some, evolution branches humanity out into existence. The hatchling of a dream: the perpetual movement of the species. Miscarea permanenta a vietii: visul pe care ultima geana de netrezire, de somn il atinge ca si cum ar sparge coaja unui ou....
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Blossoms
Presumably, precious cold is biting the skin off of the Earth. Theirs, too. Even the faintest trace of wind is strong on those rosehips that pierce the hand. Holding it out and looking at it punctured from place to place, pain that says: 'No, this time is going to be different.' As one wolf…
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Hair
If you want to know if somebody was loved growing up, ask them about their hair. She can't speak for little boys, but she assumes for them it would be how many pairs of hands they were ready to exchange. One for their mothers' wombs - the feathers of their intrauterine life - cool now, heated…
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Bubble
Inside a giant grape, A safer world pulled out a cascade of lace, gentle blues, heavy reds concrete telephone poles on top of paper-cut telephones huddled together A lightning-rod, distant holes, the white skin of winking and crying lights bobbing distant 'there's more over here' the lights of...
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New
New A seed, a bud, a leaf, a blossom - the tiniest possible carries strong (still) the heart of the Earth The feeble beating sounds of what is yet to come Not long ago forgotten in the rooted belief that what is once dead is dead. While you're watering the perspective of one leaf, another plant…
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Food for Thought and Thought for Food
Could this cooking day be just a bad hair day, one telling you to stay out of the kitchen? Listening to a story about burnt food and then getting into the kitchen with the confident air that this is no way going to happen to you today, not today, since you'll be extra cautious and won't leave the...
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The Future Perks of Being Old and Cranky
The Future Perks of Being Old and Cranky A nonsensical story for which you'll have to use all senses, including the mind (admitting the mind is one of the senses). The heart has a seat at another table looking closely while coming to its senses. Co-authored with one of my best friends, whose…
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One Human. One City - A Found Poem
I I've got my eyes from you... As you're lacking full vision now, I would give you mine if I could force it out of me, if I could truly give it up for you, if I didn't alter the 'yes'. II After the rain, the river rhythmically pumps soul into the city: Has crept inside its mouth hissing [from the...
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My Home is not a House
My Home is not a House The Utopia in Dystopia (The) promises we make to our children Are the ones we ve already broken to ourselves By and by You ll get used to it. You ll scream it and fist it that you won t Chase time override decisions swearing blind that the sweat of the days when they wake…
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The Liaison Words
The Liaison Words 'The' is the Missing Word Old and young, white hairs grow wrinkles on the skin of the animal. Under my eyes-hallowed caves. Raw face time, locked state, and memories are seriously forgetting the past. I choose to wonder at the one. Change? A rogue promise hides breaking, sealed…
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New World
The lump in the concrete...only just Hollowing its cave-like mouth, in deep-hanging crevices Grass on, and under it, scattered dandelions, whose severed heads are a song to their scaffold-stems lying like sacrificed soldiers on the battlefield. Moving on to the sight of the second and third...
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Rising Moon, Falling Moon
Rising Moon, Falling Moon Wrapped up in her full-roundness, a non-existent curtain of night clouds draped over, right at the sunset point, where the human eye meets the horizon (after removing the rest of the sky, in an out of sight, out of mind approach), a full-grown new moon, well-behaved, as...
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Fishing
Fishing A walk down the memory and imaginary lanes I don't know anything about deep or 'shallow' sea fishing and don't think I ever will (firsthand, I mean) unless the mountain in me takes a plunge into one sea. I've recently read about low-tide fishing with its tarred twine, fish traps, fishing...
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ABOUT THIS SHOW
Put all your expectations aside. If you're looking for brainy people and smart ideas, this might not be for you, not that it wouldn't be for you, only don't expect it to be. I guess this is enough of an introduction, and now let's dive into self-expression. Mine or yours. Don't decide as yet.
Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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Ana
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Put all your expectations aside. If you're looking for brainy people and smart ideas, this might not be for you, not that it wouldn't be for you, only don't expect it to be. I guess this is enough of an introduction, and now let's dive into self-expression. Mine or yours. Don't decide as yet....
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