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kenophobia

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It was never something I was able to discuss; it felt like too harsh a criticism, or a professional assassination of character. I was convinced you had a terror of empty spaces and now, everything I remember seems to support this notion. You were constantly filling your immediate surroundings with new sounds, scents, colours, textures and ideas. I wouldn’t have called it vivaciousness, even then. It was more like a constant weaving of spells to keep the vacuum of space at bay. When I learned about quasars, I was struck by the parallels of their bright lives and dark hearts. I wonder what horrors death must have held for you? If you could ever bear to contemplate it.

Now you’re gone, I trust the rest will be peaceful.

fearing nothing …
the irony of that
empty boast

David J. Kelly

kenophobia

Light Emitting Invasion

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He stopped the car to check a sat nav malfunction. He heard a pulsating sound. Through the trees he saw a strange, rotating, multi-coloured light. “A UFO!” he exclaimed.

Recalling accounts of radiation burns from such things, he grabbed the aluminium foil from the camping box, and wrapped himself in it. Then, he crept quietly into the woods, with only the occasional metallic rustle.

There, in a clearing, he saw a group of them, standing around the object, which hovered several feet from the ground. They looked at him with their huge eyes. He stopped in front of the UFO in amazement. It dangled from a tree branch, twirling, a bright coloured triangular object, about 18 cm high. Near the base, an inscription: “LED triangle mood light.”

hazy moon
my optician sends
a reminder

Martha Magenta

Light Emitting Invasion

Call Girl in Baptist Shoes

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I hope the Buddhists are right. If I’m lucky, next time, I’ll come back as a wife or a ballerina. After all, there must be a difference between pray and prey, a mantra for stilettos. Reincarnation could be something prophetic: purity—maybe next time. Let’s say that shade of cayenne lipstick pales under the bug light. Let’s say the preacher boasts of his sex life: Come to Jeezs-us—say yay-us.

 

heels clack down the nave—
just one more Hollywood whore
with a heart of gold.

 

Bob Haynes

Call Girl in Baptist Shoes

Up, Up and Away

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He has hair all over his face and hands. Red and yellow. Three eyes and teeth sharp as kitchen knives.

Really? And aren’t you scared of this . . . Bog . . . Boglomo?

Bogloomu, Dad! His name is Bogloomu. Boglomo would be such a stupid name for a monster.

Yeah. Right. So aren’t you scared of him? To me he does seem like a scary fella.

Naah, he is my friend. Besides he loves milk. And bananas too. And I always have some to share.

Well at least now we know why we seem to be running out of both.

Little Bear . . .
letting go
the stringed balloon

Paresh Tiwari

Up, Up and Away