L.L. Barkat is Managing Editor of <a href=http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/>Tweetspeak Poetry</a>, a site committed to helping people experience a whole life through the power of writing, reading, and
On the third of July, I sat on my back porch with a cup of English Breakfast. I
was there to write an essay about
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And that is why I thought to begin in the middle.“I wonder which I am
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,” she tendered.
I tendered back, “Which do you
The body, the body, the body. Pralines. Walking the dog. Falling! The
illustrator sits in her chair. She touches the cat.
This is why we come back. Relatively invisible technology, like invisible
pheromones,
Someone altered physics when we weren’t looking. And now there is no pushback.
“The glass is exerting equal force on me,” says my daughter, as she pushes a
glass, embedded with a
The phone rings. I do not answer. It is an alert without nuance.
“I called three times and no one picked up,” someone admonishes.
“And three times I was not in the mood