This weekend’s share arrives fully formed and prescient: Elizabeth J. Colen‘s “Standing Under the Pivot.”
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Today’s share comes at an opportune time, a time of opportunity, to consider what is a nation, the nation or nations, how they may unite or cleave irreparably, how they might speak a common tongue. Here’s Martin Porter‘s flash “Dictionary, or the Scattering of the Nations“:
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What are these notes passed, folded letters, and communiquĂ©s? It is certainly a season for thin spaces and the thoughts that fill them. Here’s Jen Coleman’s poem “Dreaming Your Silence Is a Postal Service Error, 2005“:
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AÂ strange attractor is the state the system tends toward for a variety of starting conditions. Somehow, however you start you end up in the same place. Fate can feel like a whirlpool in other words. Today, Kelsey Allen’s short fiction “Heartbeat“:
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A whirlwind miniaturized or contained in the human form is no less than a swath of destruction waiting to happen. Spun up from the archive is Marvin Shackelford’s “Wet Tracks Far from a Crossing”:
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