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Daily Lit Deviations for December 29th, 2012
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Poetry
Suggested by *alapip
Featured by: `thetaoofchaos
Living Sacraments by ~MaggiexMalarkey
Per the suggester: "This one is not at all a new subject,
but strikes me as a beautiful treatment."
Suggested by: *Vigilo
Featured by: *Carmalain7
Jazz by ~AMWeitz
Suggester: 'The first stanza is pitch perfect.'
Suggested by ~Creativity-Squared
Featured by *doodlerTM
The Finest Casket by ~Roskvape
From the suggester: "This story not only illicits multiple emotions from the reader,
but also leaves the reader with an excellent shock from a plot twist."
Featured by *xlntwtch
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Condensate by ~apothacary
A very brief, well-written piece that shows the limits and expansions of love.
Featured by ~shebledgreenink
Décembre by ~EloreCohlt
A poem about change that remains as emotionally distant as change itself.
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Featured by: `thetaoofchaos
Living SacramentsThe inexplicable
sudden
smell
of flowers in winter:
the kind of thing
you cannot
define or describe,
the way the wind tastes
for a moment
like an old promise
the way familiar patterns,
common words,
the house you grew up in
remind you
not of home
but of some
brief untranslatable fragment,
a song from your childhood,
the taste of the lips of
your lover,
the way
water and oil swirl,
milk and wine
form your blood and your body
a strange mysticism
older than breathing
that cannot
be explained.
Living Sacraments by ~MaggiexMalarkey
Per the suggester: "This one is not at all a new subject,
but strikes me as a beautiful treatment."
Suggested by: *Vigilo
Featured by: *Carmalain7
Jazz is
the rustle
of sheets
when you
drag them
back onto
the bed;
is
the way
dust trips
the dark
fantastic on
velvet that's
been stretched
into more
than blue;
is
thick marrow
soured with
acid reflux
and a
waveless ocean
turned to
wine with
the twilight.
And tremors...
And tremors.
Jazz by ~AMWeitz
Suggester: 'The first stanza is pitch perfect.'
Prose
Suggested by ~Creativity-Squared
Featured by *doodlerTM
The Finest Casket (Complete Story)The chandlers, grocers, butchers, clothiers, and every other merchant in Chantsville was yelling in the streets outside the shop where I was studiously working. Their ruckus combined with the bleats and squawks of livestock wandering underfoot, creating a bustling racket that would drive the unfamiliar ear to distraction.
I was used to the noise, however, and I was so engrossed in my work that I would have sworn the world was silent save for the sound of my chisel biting into the oak box before me. Delicate curls fell from my worktable, collecting in small drifts upon the dirt floor.
I stopped to wipe sweat from my face. The pause gave me a
The Finest Casket by ~Roskvape
From the suggester: "This story not only illicits multiple emotions from the reader,
but also leaves the reader with an excellent shock from a plot twist."
Featured by *xlntwtch
Condensate by ~apothacary
A very brief, well-written piece that shows the limits and expansions of love.
Foreign Language
Featured by ~shebledgreenink
DecembreTout a changé depuis la neige
Paysage vaporé
Forêt d'arbres morcelés
Ciel d'ombres
Lac gelé.
Traces de pas, blanc sur rouge, rouge sur blanc
Un enfant glisse en chantant.
Tout a changé depuis Décembre
Qu'il est pâle, notre amour
Comme il sombre.
Et tout se vêt de décombres
Frêle décembre, décembre tombe
Froid aux yeux, buée
Tout a changé.
Dans la neige étendus nous riions
Heureux éclaboussés
Dans la neige nous riions
Puis tu t'en es allé
Blanc sur rouge, rouge sur blanc
Un enfant glisse en chantant.
Décembre by ~EloreCohlt
A poem about change that remains as emotionally distant as change itself.
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