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I. Jenny Dwayne by SpokenAubade, literature

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I. Jenny Dwayne

I. Jenny Dwayne Her words were tangled in filaments. She cupped her hand in front of her mouth when speaking, cradled the sounds like children, keeping them close in case she had to try to pull them back. Maybe she was ashamed when they were stocky and short, and stumbled, not quite ringing out with confidence. In her apartment, instead of slippers, she strapped on high-heels, dreaming of elegance. But though she clicked on the pastel floor-tiles, chipping the gray roses in the kitchen, and left finger smears on the metal refrigerator door as she grabbed it for balance, she could not glide. And so the red-strapped heels did not step over th

Lilliputians Abroad by SpokenAubade, literature

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Lilliputians Abroad

They threw us out of Heaven, saying: "We don't have no wings your size and our lutes are too big for you anyhow. You'd ruin the view." And hooks from Hell failed to snag us so we fell through fish lines, nets and heat to the other side of the world. Dragons twined with clouds there, writhed, snagged air on green paper scales. We watched them flutter. You leaned your head against my straw-woven vest, your matted, black hair on my face, in my mouth. The desert scorched your sun-hewn cheeks, burned eyelashes and locks to white like crisp, split-ended reminders of snow amidst topaz sand and light. Dreams of gold clouds and gates

Sand Dollars by SpokenAubade, literature

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Sand Dollars

Dollars don't grow on trees but I've found them on beaches (after the dumpy towel-sitters retire to their cheap hotel rooms and before they wake up, flustered and hot under the sandy blanket, burning with an aftertaste of sun). Sand dollars are like old coins, so I can't take a handful to the local grocery and hope to leave with a pack of gum (Unless, of course, I smile very nicely at the guard). These dollars crunch when a sole presses them into sand and twists, slowly, to the left. That's why I walk late at night, (when it is almost too dark to see them) and pretend each sharp sound is inevitable. And I vaguely hope that

I married the city by SpokenAubade, literature

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I married the city

[I married the city] The cat was thrown out the window like an empty can to rattle off the sides of an alleyway, zigzagging and yowling. City air made its rounds through the living room rubbed curtains askew, and curled around bare toes, slamming the locked door. Hordes of letters scrambled down the counter and across the vinyl tiles, chanting "read me! read me!" and "lose fifty pounds in two weeks!" Car headlights licked windows and the wall behind the headboard; stroked the covers as if to apologize (but still managed to mutter, "you knew what you were getting into."

10 moments of silence by SpokenAubade, literature

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10 moments of silence

[Ten moments of silence.] I I fell in love with the full, fluffy heaps of white on sidewalks, the icicles that clung to gutters and railings. II My mountains changed; They're blue and ridged now. The summers bleed the pavement like steaming gray socks. Shade does not offer solace from moist, viscous air. In the afternoons, if luck chances by, the humidity lofts into thick purple clouds and rain slaps hot pavement. I can breathe. III The carrot leaves fell from gold foliage like drops of sunset. I closed my eyes and saw twelve wild turkeys gaggle cross the yard, a doe freeze, framed by the window, ineffable bright-lined

poet at an airport by SpokenAubade, literature

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poet at an airport

I saw you, my lost and near forgotten friend, slow time, and pause as if you meant to snap a shot to last you ten more years, or twenty, if you're careful with the edges. Pictures, do not eat both legs of chicken, leaving you the wings or dry breasts. Pictures tend not to talk back or walk off, when you tell them to leave you alone. They don't smile when your chopsticks feed salmon and soy to the firebird you embroidered onto the blouse. And let's face it, when confronted with the slightly frazzled sweater and somewhat ripped edges of gray jeans; when confronted with a silence that asks you to vomit gracefully

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SpokenAubade

Aug 21, 2009

Quietly

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"Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money." - Jules Renard Have you found me?

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SpokenAubade

Feb 13, 2009

Trying new foods -

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is great. Anything once. I'm talking anything - cockroaches in chocolate, raw fish, cat meat... I'm adventurous.

is great. I'm open-minded about most things. Maybe not fried maggots or baked scorpions, but keep the ethnic foods coming.

is sometimes interesting. I usually need a lot of coaxing, though.

is fine. But not for me. I'll stick with the 'normal' stuff.

is not for me. FDA and McDonald approved foods only.

is not a good idea. What if you die? Or get sick? Or get cancer?

is not something I do. Just don't.

is kinda fun if all my friends try it first and don't die.

is boring. Why try new foods if you already know what you like?

is....how about I leave a comment instead?

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SpokenAubade

Feb 13, 2009

Edging

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Or hedging - "The verb sense of "dodge, evade" is first recorded 1598; that of "insure oneself against loss," as in a bet, is from 1672." I just deleted the 653 journals in my devWatch center, and the number of deviations I x-ed is classified as of now. Starting with a clean slate and all. If there is something I'd need to know, I should know, or you know I'd want to know, please-please link me. This goes for deviations and journals. A moment. Another moment. Don't forget to stop by lovetodeviate (https://www.deviantart.com/lovetodeviate)'s page. She's being promoted to writer after a brilliant stay as our local Lit GM (GD) and is an absolutely lovely person to boot. :heart:

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iliveasidream

Aug 18, 2012

Hello. you are my long lost friend.

Neui

Dec 7, 2010

Thank you, everyone who watched my page when I first came to deviantART. I really appreciate the support received from all of you when I first encountered this site. A lot has changed over the past few years, and a new account comes with new times. If you would like to continue watching my art:

I am now known as Skelderthorn,

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Again, thank you so much, all of you. Back when I was using this account, dA was a place where I would come to escape daily troubles. Dawdling and talking and sharing art with all of you helped me deal with a lot of things I couldn't express otherwise. I am glad to be a part of dA, and I will do my best to remain active here for years to come.