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Daily Lit Deviations for February 14^th, 2012

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Poetry

_{Suggested by: Vigilo and alapip
Featured by: LadyofGaerdon}
papertaleshow many nights have you devoured by halflight,
a trickling of words
supped like good linguini
snaking up below your blankets and ringing in your belly,
        your head is in a book,
        a book is in your head
flickering inside you,
stories and fable-yarns,
        sage sorrel vase-lipped faces
cast in the ivory
between veins,
and i can see it in your eyes,
inhaling after that long time somewhere else,
     it's been raining for days
        and only now do you notice
how everything is tasting
of silt and crustaceans
"papertales" by RestlessSands

<sub>Says one suggester: "A poem for bookworms -
cleverly done, with lovely imagery and something
that will resonant with every reader."


Featured by: LadyofGaerdon</sub>
Witches MarketMidnight fell like an old black bird;
I meant to wait for you.
There were tables rich with
amethyst and pearls,
and fragrance by the fistful,
mint and petrichor.
I meant to wait for you.
You were gliding through the haze
with your knotted bag half full-
shadows flicked their tongues
above your knees;
you meant to look for me.
Moments ran like mice;
a silver pot, a cup of tea.
She stank of vinegar and thyme-
the hand was hers, the heart was mine.
Her iron eyes reflected flame;
she took my lungs, she took my name,
though you had meant to look for me,
and I had to meant to wait for you
amid the black salt and the brew.
Ash for the handle,
Birch for the brush,
Willow for the cord that binds the twigs.
"Witches Market" by riparii

<sub>This poem completely immerses the
reader in a deep, wistful rhythm, a
spell-like energy and feel.


Featured by: LadyofGaerdon</sub>
3 in the AfternoonHappiness is when the door clicks shut
at 3 in the afternoon and sunlight
stalks in uninvited through the blinds,
making a sepia mess of the room, and you
are waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting
in the sunken sofa cushion like a lost
nickel looking to be found. The truth is
you found me, standing just inside
the doorway like a stray animal brought
home for the first time, imbalanced
ragged and confused. I stumbled on myself
that first time, making more contact
with the floor, tables and walls than I
did with you. In some respects, that
hasn't changed. I trip on my feet,
walk into walls and door frames still,
but every now and then I bump into you
and remember what makes this home, what
makes you home.
"3 in the Afternoon" by ikazon

_{A sweet, simple tribute to the
sweet, simple experience of finding "home".}

Prose

_{Featured by LiliWrites}
The Origin of the InternetThis is the story of Compudites and Internedes – great gods of knowledge and communication. It is a story of their love for each other. It is a story of their betrayal at the hands of Hermes the messenger. It is a story of Internedes' destruction at the hands of Zeus. And it is a story of how, with the help of Athena, Compudites was able to be together with Internedes once more. It is the story of how and why humanity got one of the greatest resources ever known – the internet.
Compudites was a kind and gentle god, frail and limited in power, but boundless in intellect – a patron of sciences, mathematics, and technology. He was the guiding hand behind many of humanity's technological breakthroughs throughout the millennia. But just as technology and discoveries in the maths and sciences depend on others to spread them, Compudites was forever dependent on others to spread his knowledge. Hermes the messenger was one, swift like the wind, he helped carry messages between th
The Origin of the Internet by sambeawesome

<sub>Told in a classical narrative style,
this flash fiction reveals the true origins
of the internet to be a tragic love story
between two forgotten gods of Olympus.


Suggested by: Vigilo
Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>

bleeding heart blossom-boy by 520romeo

_{From the Suggester: "A wonderful short
story that seems to me an exercise in
restrained description and sympathy,
something that handles ideas that may
seem contrived, even cliched, delicately
and with feeling."}




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