Posts Tagged ‘good reads’

Maxine from Ohio

Posted by melissa kandel on May 30, 2015 in Fiction | 2 Comments

By Melissa Marni The strangest things can lurk beneath the dark and in between. Like him. Or me. But not today. Today is a day made for honeyed sunshine and happy walks taken together on green whiskered brush edging the Ohio River. The clouds above are glorious, bubbly air-froth pinned to the bluest of skies. […]

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Revelation Underground

Posted by melissa kandel on May 22, 2015 in Fiction | 1 Comment

By Melissa Marni The subway car made its way toward 59th Street, a metal serpent slinking beneath Manhattan’s Upper West Side. Moments before, the doors of the 1 train had slid open and four or five sleepy passengers emerged, settling with their foil-wrapped deli lunches onto blue plastic seats. It was the dance of the morning […]

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To The Birds

Posted by melissa kandel on May 3, 2015 in Fiction | 1 Comment

To the birds To the birds An awakening sorrow To the birds To the birds My soul shall borrow Until little remains Save their troubadour song To the birds To the birds Or To me All along. “It’s a fabricated kind of love,” said Lucie Mayweather to no one. She lit a cigarette and tapped […]

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The Figaro

Posted by melissa kandel on April 12, 2015 in Fiction | No Comments

Of all the details to remember, her hands were still the clearest in his mind. Unpolished nails of otherworldly innocence, intoxication by way of ten fingers and smooth skin and a wrist circled with Rolex Sky-Dweller gold, limited edition. Back to her hands. What did he later call them, windows to her soul? They appeared […]

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FLY

Posted by melissa kandel on March 29, 2015 in Fiction | No Comments

To be different in the town of Redistuo was to be an outsider, abolished from any place inside the shared opinion of the people and declared unworthy to belong. John was such a shunned man, though his name be plain enough and ambition to contradict small. It was the idea of what he wanted to […]

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THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 3]

Posted by melissa kandel on November 30, 2014 in Fiction | No Comments

 “Flood every river of your mind with only the muckiest of water and you will forever be quenched with the thirst of appeal.” -Salamandre, excerpt from a rejected submission to The Brixie Journal of Jangular Babbles and Jingular Enterprise, Spring Vol. XVII The first night among the shelves, Salamandre couldn’t sleep. Mr. Stickless had left […]

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