Check out this serialized novel by one of my favorite contemporary authors. I am completely hooked! I just finished Chapter Three and will be back tomorrow for the next installment. Come read with me!
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Taking a short break from blogging. Meanwhile, please enjoy a little Christmas music~
Advent began, this year, on Sunday, December 1.
The Choir of Clare College – O Come, O Come, Emmanuel
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New book review: The Boy from Reactor 4 (2013) by Orest Stelmach
I really enjoyed this one!
Read the review here:
The Boy from Reactor 4
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I found you lying broken on a potter’s bench, the chaff of last year’s poor harvest tucked under your loosened arm. You seemed to be hiding it there, perhaps storing it, but then I realized: it was all that was propping you up. Without, surely you would have rolled off the bench to shatter across rough floor boards.
Surrounded by sister jars of various craze, it struck me that they might have attacked you, jealous of the cute teapot that you were meant to be. Their arms curve seductively on either side, ending at fists below ample hips. They cluster together, conspiring, while terra cotta slacks lie snoring in a burlap tent. There’d been no one to protect you.
The flaws in your earthen body are not at first apparent. You have no spout, and your lid has not been made. Small for your purpose, I imagine your maker had ladies in mind—an intimate tea, cosmetic use or boudoir oils. Or even children, perhaps. Without your skin, we can never know.
Then I see them, the imperfections that would someday cause your ultimate demise. A slight bump is all it would take if one were not careful to handle you properly. Just a slight . . .
Oh! Now there you lie, a potter’s joy, yet unfinished, but cracked beyond repair.
Could there be another plan for you now—to be re-fired and finally painted? Is this why you lie here still? What patterns, flowers, and colors are there in store? Into whose hands will you be given?
Can you be remade?
Perhaps there is a new plan for you. Or, perhaps, your folly has simply not yet been discovered.
© Linda Manning, 2013
Inspired by the September 22, 2013 prompt at Flash Fiction Highway.
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Walking Through Fire
How does it feel to walk a world,
a place that you don’t belong to?
How does it feel to speak a language
that nobody wants to hear?
I read greeting card philosophies
while pulling wild thorns from my breast.
With bootstraps made of leaches,
I will give no magazine smiles.
Let the autumn leaves fall over me,
dress me in colored rage,
Don’t expect a song where there is none
I will never be so fake.
© Linda Manning, 2013
Linked at dVerse for Form Night (tonight, it’s all about jazz).
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