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Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Rugged vs Pretty

12.18.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Rugged vs Pretty By Babatunde Lamidi Got a call one morning from guess who? Pretty Inviting me for a party Turned it down like a goalkeeper Who had just parried a ball to the left corner A room filled with men and women Ladies and gentlemen dressed in a manner […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Dress Well

12.17.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Dress Well By Murray Dunlap To live in hell Wearing bigger clothing than you used to Unhappy with ANY occasion To limp in an odd fashion Feeling underdressed at all times But to embrace an old saying “Time heals all wounds.” And dress normally again And to feel the smile […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Violence of the Violins

12.16.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Violence of the Violins By Paul Hostovsky It was in them, they would say. It was what they were, what they did. It was part of them, carved into them like an F hole, like a clef tattooed onto a biceps. And there was nothing you could say or […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, She: Underneath the Glitter

12.15.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags She: Underneath the Glitter By Bobbie Troy underneath the glitter hid an uncertain self a sequence of sequins across her chest could not hide her fear as she looked about the room of people go to the party, her therapist said I think you’re ready now don’t you? but the […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Carnival of the moon

12.15.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Carnival of the moon By Jekwu Anyaegbuna Night, right after the menopause of light, the pubescent moon strewed sparks of fireworks, sparkles of festivity pouring over us. Our heads swinging, our hearts bobbling. Colours caught razzmatazz, called the ears of pageantry and we became a river gallivanting along the streets, […]


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