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  Inches

  

  By GracesEkphrasis, Portage, IN

  Eight inches hovered in the space that separated face from face, as he asked her to the show, as her heart refused to slow. Ten inches formed a taunting wall when she was starting to feel small. He asked if she was feeling well. At that point, she couldn't tell. Then, three inches fel...
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  Insomnia

  

  By GracesEkphrasis, Portage, IN

  A herd of sheep is lost in the desert. Flip, Flop, Fluffle They stumble about in a truculent sandstorm. Squabbles sizzle throughout the troupe. Creaking stomachs drown out the sounds of whimpering lambs. They'd all been saving room for their luncheon with Mr. Sandman. Alas, the three-pron...
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  The Prelude to the Writer

  

  By GracesEkphrasis, Portage, IN

  Sometimes I see a child crouched in the corner of a bustling room and clutching a book with wry fingertips. I worry for him. A fiend for the musk of aged paper, he does not yet understand the addictive potency of words, so he is always shamefully hunched over his precious novels. Wi...
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  Protecting Baby Boy

  

  By GracesEkphrasis, Portage, IN

  The footfalls sound like snare drums. The air fills with laughter and trills as he comes with his parents inching after. Auntie and Uncle are here already with cousins, like me, and Grandpapi. Come and see, come and see. Next to me, he takes his seat and makes a plate. He sits on his perch ...
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  When Walking Alone At Night

  

  By GracesEkphrasis, Portage, IN

  Don't you wish that you could feel safe in the jaws of a shark and brave a stroll through the fantasy of his teeth, your footsteps echoing in his cavernous maw? Wouldn't you cherish the gall to tread upon the plush canine tongue, among frothy airstreams that tenderly stir the pale gill...
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  Starlight

  

  By GracesEkphrasis, Portage, IN

  The unripe peach is reborn each day, not from the laboring tree, but from the ground as if it were not a peach at all, but a yam sneaking through the topsoil. Some call it the sun; few call it the star that guides the lone wolf to his pack so that his teakettle calls may end at da...