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All is fair in love and D&D

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I am going to do it today, Ginnie thought for the hundredth time as she jammed her Player’s Handbook and dice into her knapsack. I’m going to tell her how I feel.

She stopped in front of her hall mirror and looked herself over ‘just one more time.’ Fack I…


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The confidence to be unsure — a free verse poem

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And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot

It’s May 1989 — a line of sheepish pink penguins, my toes
peek over the edge of the dilapidated dock. …

Getting exactly what I asked for never felt so good

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Despite a reputation as a bit of a skirt-chaser, N. had a distinctive Steve Rogers vibe about him. Not only did he have bulging muscles, a chiselled jaw, and a buzz cut, but he was kind and candid and surprisingly naive, especially about women.

My first mistake was sharking him…

A prose poem

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The coffee shop is far too cold & my cup remains empty no matter how often I lift it to meet my forlorn lips — my fingers are stiff with misgivings & the sour self-doubt of this eviscerated moment — the clock ticks are taunting, its calloused hands spiraling


Don’t. Just don’t.

Only this cat perfectly expresses my rage. Photo by Frans Van Heerden from Pexels

I swear: there is a tenth circle of hell reserved for these people.

We’ve all been there: the streets packed with cars, buses, trucks; the sidewalks bursting with pedestrians.

Traffic is crawling — sometimes it’s the weather, but today a lane is closed for construction. …

Loving ‘for life’ isn’t the only way to measure success

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I stayed with a woman for about a month on the east coast. One night over a glass of wine, she leaned in and told me in a low, conspiratorial voice, “The other day, I went on a date with a man who had a huge penis.”

Trying not to…

I can already tell we’re going to be friends

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There are a handful of bands that circulate through my bloodstream perpetually. I put them back on the shelf, only to find weeks or months later, a craving has crept up on me — not unlike an overwhelming urge to eat sushi.

The White Stripes are one such insatiable passion.

Fictions October Prompt & Newsletter #3

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I just finished watching Netflix’s Shadow and Bone. What a ride! Set in Leigh Bardugo’s Grishaverse, it’s a surprisingly captivating story in a world that echoes WW1-esque Russia and prohibition-era America. …

An inserted prose poem

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“You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her,” Hélène Cixous writes, “And she’s not deadly. She’s beautiful and she’s laughing.”

Rosy-fingered Dawn — the eternal optimist — flips a switch
and our invented bodies are lit like burnished copper wires — threaded ambitiously through intervening space…

Danielle Loewen

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