December 20, 2008
The dream before the dream I just awoke from—penultimate but still within the accessible part of the ephemeral queue of norepinephrine-free memory—took place in a class, a religion class. Our teacher was teaching us extemporaneous rhyming (also known as rapping; possible waking-life genesis in the title-text of this), which in the dream seemed in keeping [...]
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August 30, 2008
The girl who sat in front of Max one row over could crack her knuckles in five different ways. None of them seemed to work for Max. He watched now as she carelessly grasped two fingers at once: she was about to do the double crack. He followed her actions with his own hands—secretly, under [...]
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June 4, 2008
Another new contributor, Acheté, my brother of the sterling tongue, has joined The Buttered Slice. Excellence in poetry and language are his; he wrote the piece below, titled Gravity. We’re thrilled to have his gifts at our disposal. Please read more about him at the Contributors page.
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June 3, 2008
Gravity is the security tether
That lets you let go of the grass
And gaze open-handed into the abyss
Of sun, moon, stars, and empty space.
Gravity is the shifting illusion
That says, of the wandering zenith,
“There! There is up and not down!”
And masks, with unfathomable
But green-blanketed mass,
The vast co-wandering nadir.
Tell me, daughter of Eve:
How does it feel to [...]
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