Tag: fiction
member name: Emeniano Acain Somoza Jr.
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October 22, 2007 05:16 AM EDT --
Here is an attempt at rediscovering the lost summers of my childhood: woods whispering secrets, susurrations of streams, pissing contests, slingshots: just about my only refuge from these endless unsettling . . . more
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October 13, 2007 06:08 AM EDT --
I know I have been cooped up in The Hellhole way much longer than I should. All pooped out, too.
I'm smelling hideously musty as well. Maybe because I have buried myself under a pile of paperbacks . . . more
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October 16, 2006 01:49 AM EDT --
By any standard, ours was the poorest. We lived in a small hut built in the middle of a coconut grove. We also had a small outhouse and a woodshed where we kept our sow, chickens, and the big gecko with . . . more
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November 06, 2006 06:25 AM EST --
From where I see things, I'd say there was something about your gait this morning when you dragged yourself into your workstation.
She was behind you, brisk and bright like the bundy clock.
You pulled . . . more
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November 03, 2006 01:16 AM EST --
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Where I come from, it was easy to believe in what neighbors said because we trusted each other enough. There was a shared understanding, a kinship of some sort that one was there for the other – . . . more
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November 08, 2006 05:05 AM EST --
From where I see things, I'd say there was something about your gait this morning when you dragged yourself into your workstation.
She was behind you, brisk and bright like the bundy clock.
You pulled . . . more
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October 30, 2006 11:58 PM EST --
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Earlier that morning, Virginia woke up to a clangor of tins and pans. Levis on his sleeping spot at the opposite corner was still asleep. Right below where she slept, Lester was . . . more
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November 03, 2006 10:45 PM EST --
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Where I come from, it was easy to believe in what neighbors said because we trusted each other enough. There was a shared understanding, a kinship of some sort that one was there for the other – . . . more
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October 30, 2006 01:21 AM EST --
AT THE BEHEST of the younger of her two sons, Virginia looked remorseful after she approved their trip to the island. That was on a Saturday evening while listening to a flash report on the radio about . . . more
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November 01, 2006 07:35 AM EST --
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UNDER translucent ash-blue skies, the high waters of Siquijor Channel looked calm like a sheet of black silk heaving with dangerous secrets underneath…while miles and . . . more
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October 30, 2006 12:32 AM EST --
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There was another flash report on the weather. This time a new storm was coming in from the Pacific Ocean. The eastern part of the island of S- was now experiencing its deleterious . . . more
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October 29, 2006 04:12 AM EST --
AT THE BEHEST of the younger of her two sons, Virginia looked remorseful after she approved their trip to the island. That was on a Saturday evening while listening to a flash report on the radio about . . . more
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November 02, 2006 12:14 AM EST --
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Suddenly, the ferry rocked again. This time it rocked like a hammock at the tug of a strong arm. Levis turned his back on the walling to free the broken arm. Lester . . . more
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