selected past writing at 42opus



I Shoot Stars from My Veins by JASON JOYCE

Crinkled like bad origami

Parched pores

Thirsty eyes

26 December 2009 | poetry


The Open Window by  SAKI

"Her great tragedy happened just three years ago," said the child; "that would be since your sister's time."

"Her tragedy?" asked Framton; somehow in this restful country spot tragedies seemed out of place.

"You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon," said the niece, indicating a large French window that opened on to a lawn.

22 March 2007 | fiction, short story, classic


Left, No Arrow by REBECCA GIVENS

Not always another chance is coming. Not

if you are lit on fire and keep the sad news

to yourself.

5 June 2006 | poetry



Or let the answer be

that sweet scent of smoke

when in his special chair

he puffed then let out hummingbirds.

16 November 2009 | poetry

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