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Across the table, where there stands no mirror I see myself—sitting and staring through my own body Feel the beams of vision pierce through my sternum Pressing into matter that pumps blood through my beating heart Meandering around bones and fibers that carry my being Shooting out of my back, into an unknown corner of […]

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I think of the water—crashing and reaming against the sides of their boats, rocking the steel platforms that they had their feet planted on. A frothy, foamy excursion through wailing winds and raging ocean waters. The spray would plume up and over the sides of the boats, misting them with a salty shower that seeped […]

What’s the hurry? If we always hurried to the next moment our lives, would we ever actually stand to experience the moment we are in? Or would every passing second slip through our fingers, losing it’s meaning because of our rush to prepare for this unreachable future, ever eluding us, ever being chased over fences […]

I ate a strawberry muffin That was so dense It seemed to fill my shoes With every teething bite Thick and grainy As if to chew on memory foam Chomping and mulling Into paste between my gums I ate a strawberry muffin Plastered with leaves of crimson Skin curled up round edges Slashing the bread […]

Prose Poem Written By Christian J. Ashliman If I had known that day would follow the track that it was destined to, I might have curled up in a tight, little ball, hiding under the thick, woolen blankets that draped my bed—for it was a day lived in the clouds, floated through as I scraped […]

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Poem Written By Christian J. Ashliman Familiar waters gushing between rocks Crashing around every boulder A sound growing in volume To encapsulate a waking nightmare A time when he stalked her Watching her every move A slip, an error The world comes caving in Beneath knuckled fists To live in fear Is to not live […]

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Short Story Written By Christian J. Ashliman The dense, thick smell of Christmas pines wafted like a swirling blanket over the crowds, filling the air with a cheerful spring of holiday season. Bells could be heard ringing, jingling in delight as the little ones ran up and down the overly populated sidewalks, with a light […]