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Default Members' Choice Voting - December 16th - March 15th


You've nominated them, now you get to vote for them! Please pick your favorite pieces for Members' Choice, one from each voting thread!

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Since the voting has begun one day late, it will extend by one day: Vote from March 17th to March 24th. Winner will be announced on March 25th.

Voting has been hereby extended until May 7th, Midnight, EST. Winner will be announced on May 8th.

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Default As my Dog was Dying - dwalker8508

Morning of, I ate breakfast,
yogurt, blueberry.

She was in my sister’s
room, like a salmon, breathing,
with one eye up, the other buried
in carpet.

I knelt down beside her, buried my head
in her fur, kissed her, something I hadn’t done
in years, forgot I was alone
and spoke words I won’t repeat

My dad came, my brother, talked about the Pats,
that time she ran into the glass door thinking it was open,
what hospital we were bringing her to.
She was standing there, in the grass,
legs spread like a tripod, unlocked.

The ride there was short, just down the road,
with me in the backseat, gripping her collar
as she slid around in the way back trying to get a footing.
She used to stick her head out the window, smile,
globs of saliva flapping out, caking the window
behind her. When it was cold we would crank the window up,
just enough, and she would stick her nose
up to the opening but now she was in the way back
and the windows didn’t go down back there.

The woman behind the desk couldn’t get the name right,
asked for our address, now is this the first
time you brought her here? I cupped her ears, tried to stand
her up tall, her claws scuffing and scraping the linoleum,
slipping through my hands. I could see she just wanted to lie
on her side, breathe, or not, standing making it hard
to breath, breathing to stand, and all I wanted was to rip the keyboard
from the wall and shout We’re just trying to kill our dog!

Now she’s in the room, we all are, a doctor, syringe, washed up on the shore
again, blanket between and I tell her what a good dog she’s been, close to her ear,
pull back my hand and come up with fur, I feel guilty, wanting to wash it off.
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Default Grieving on Your Past - Juilingstar177

And so, I remain, now the isolated stranger…
for none I know, for none I care, I stand here in the dark deep
impenetrable coal driven diamond skies and below me…
I remember for the last time end…
the rivers of blood mingled with tears,
Me here, there still till I stand
flows in the overflowing bounds of the cruel bank.
rhythms with the beats thumping jumping
and my strangling in the impenetrable
for what I done, I did, or I doing so,
is me, me, and me fault.
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Default Music - HannahM

Lyrical talent danced through him day and night. Every noise was a note, every conversation a song. He was constantly composing within, excitement bursting in his chest when he found those beautiful combinations.

Each beat echoed incomplete. He watched his girlfriend walk by his desk, her long dark hair dancing behind her back. As he watched her, the melody in his mind began to ring with minor notes.

He hadn't finished a piece in ten years. It was his passion, but when it came time to write the finale, his pen always clattered to the desk, and he was forced to crumple the pages in disgust. He would lean forward with arms on his desk, staring at his palms, memories and melodies racing through his mind.

He remembered the piece he wrote for her. Each note sparkled and shone with love, creating the piece that was her celebration. It was pure joy, and he could remember her beautiful smile and laughter when he had first put bow to string for her. In his mind's eye, he watched her long dark hair glint in the light while she laughed.

He remembered that they had played his piece at the funeral, and he had watched the sunlight glint off the casket. He had known that beneath the lid lay the amber eyes that had captured him. He felt nothing.

He watched his girlfriend pull a chair up to his desk. He saw her long dark hair fall in front of her face as he turned to look at her, and he stared into her blue eyes. He had never spoken of his loss, but he could see in her eyes that she knew. And she knew what she was to him. He looked down at the pages crumpled on his desk, and he remembered.
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Default It was the Cat's Fault . . . - Gaines

It all came to a head one hot July day as the afternoon was winding down. But let me begin at the start where all tales have their kernel of truth planted.

He inherited his parents home after they passed away. A forty something mama's boy, overweight with a bad sinus condition and no prospects of a wife in sight. In short he was at the time long ago one of the original nerds.

Don't get me wrong he did have a job as a Fuller Brush man. For those of you not familiar with that line of work he rode around in a big box van selling cleaning supplies to the ladies at home many of which were during those years.

In our little neighborhood everyone tried to get along and look out for one another. Perhaps he did with the adults but he seemed to hate children for some unknown reason. I and my merry band of friends were the source of his constant aggravation and as young lads full of piss and vinegar we defied anything that held a modicum of authority in our lives.

His lawn was pristine and the hedgerow was as manicured as a hollywood starlets toes. Under threat of death you did not set foot on his property and you dare not lay a finger on the hedges when passing by. We took that as a personal affront and a direct challenge to our mean spiritedness. To wit.

Whenever the opportunity arose we took turns peeing on his hedges. I can say with some certainty he fervently battled the strange yellow fungus that crept over them. Often he was seen spraying them with chemicals in hopes of returning them to their Kelly green former selves. Not a chance.

Now and then, usually during a heavy rain where footprints would be quite evident, we would run through his lawn stomping around like we were trying to kill snakes. This invariably bought his fat ass out on his porch screaming threats as he huffed and puffed after us always stopping at the edge of his property line. He would call our parents and we in turn would suffer the beatings. Small sacrifice for the sheer joy of seeing him turn beet red and clutching his chest.

He built remote controlled airplanes as a hobby and often entered them in competitions where he won awards for his designs. His pride and joy being a tri-wing world war one replica. A bright yellow and black plane replete with the correct insignias and a marvel to watch fly. As you may suspect this ends in tears. To wit.

One afternoon as he launched it from the bridge spanning our river he sent it flying downstream high above the sparkling waters. It glittered in the sunlight and the drone of the small gasoline engine echoed along as he ran it through it's paces.

Luck favors the prepared so they say. My friends and I happened to be on the little island in the middle of the river. With our small caliber rifles in hand we were shooting frogs as the plane approached overhead. By now you should be getting the picture.

Just like in a war movie someone yelled, "enemy at high noon." The guns of Navarrone erupted in unison. Crack shots we were. Pieces of yellow and black plastic showered down as he vainly tried to turn his pride and joy away from the gunfire. The engine sputtered, just like in the movies, and finally having no control and not much for wings left the small craft plunged into the drink.

To this day I have yet to see a fat man run as fucking fast as he did. He took off on foot over the bridge and along the grassy top of the dyke that bordered the river. We in turn scattered like cockroaches caught in the kitchen light. Seeing a grown man cry is a pitiful sight indeed.

I will not go into detail over the hell we caught for our thoughtless actions but let it suffice to say that to this day the nightmare still haunts me and there remains a slight but noticable red mark on my left cheek.

The culmination came near the summers end with only a few scant weeks before school would resume it's monotony. I can only blame it all on the stray cat that crossed our paths early that fateful afternoon.

As always the mail had run just before noon. We had the cat in our clutches and had not yet decided what to do with him when a stroke of genius hit us. Put kitty in the big black mailbox that belonged to the fat bastard and wait to see what happens when he gets home. It gets hot in a mailbox with the summer sun beating down on it.

His routine was always the same. He would arrive and pull his box van alongside his mailbox whereupon he would open his sliding door and retrieve his mail before pulling into his driveway. Perfect storm.

Biding our time with other interests involving a magnifying glass and some really angry ants we waited until we heard him coming. Hiding across the street in the not so manicured hedgerow we watched as he performed his ritual.

Kitty clawed his way up the fat man's arm and into the van. Lots of hissing and howling and screaming as he panicked and hit the gas. The van ran through about twenty feet of his hedges, across his lawn spinning the wheels and digging ruts whereupon it came to a halt as it slammed into his front porch. The cat bailed and took off running down the street. Hilarity ensued,as they say in the movies.

Neighbors rushed to his aid. He was battered and bruised and made to lay on the ground as an ambulance was called. The van was somewhat crunched and a large section of the porch was hanging loose and swaying under its weight. Eventually it broke free and crashed on top of the van. Nice.

I will end this tale at this juncture in the telling. The rest is too gruesome for print, but that particular day still lingers in memory evoking both a smile and a wince.

Many many years later as a grown man with two small boys they one day asked me for a gasoline operated plane they could fly around the neighborhood. Being the type of parent that would not deign to treat his children as if they were ragamuffins I made the purchase and spent many happy hours watching them master the wonders of flight. The only issue I had was when they chased the cat across the yard with the plane. Life is good.
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hardly would you think it so
we search the face of every soul
looking for someone to find
the interlocking heart and mind

the half of each that longs to be
together knit
in pattern new
of partly me
and partly you

a seamless fit
a dreamless night
a walk in golden morning light

a look
a touch
a fevered kiss

a knowledge breaking like the sun
when night retreats before the dawn
"belong together" is never sure
the tide withdraws
the moon goes down

but time that flys
will linger long
where lovers draped
across the bed
with slightest touch
will pause the day

and eyes that shine with morning's love
will see the stars within her eyes
and roll the orange morning skies
back before the golden dawn
to darkest night and candle light
and drowning in her gentle charms
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mid-battle, deaths sweet breath blows across the soul,
chaos reigns with clenched teeth and twisted gut,

courage run to dust as mortars slam
churned
flesh and soil, and night slips
through tangled vine,
reapers come
to count quickened prey,


promise hidden of the morrows light,
hope is casualty,

courage is casualty,
brother’s love is taut,


when the banshee ghosts shriek through blackness

to hear the hellish hiss of combat, see mayhem's vivid color,
taunt the forlorn warrior waiting for his death,

to rise,
to charge,
to face the carnage,
weapon ready,


blood lust full, coward made hero by his fright,

and carries battle to enemy shield,
and lives to fight through deaths fear once more.
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Into a ball of yarn,
My heart slowly unravels,
Dyed with blood and sweat,
From journeys traveled,

And I sew myself to you,
Heartstrings entwine within,
The measure of the moment,
I end where you begin.

A simple patchwork quilt,
Made up of sweet memories;
Dyes that became so faded;
Tales of how we came to be.

Laced with clutching threads,
Bound, I am to you,
Solace within satin,
A hospice within you.
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