Knickerbocker GloryCHARACTERSMore Like This
POLLIN (male office worker in late middle-age)
MASSONIA (female middle-aged office manager)
HABERLEA (male office manager in mid-30s)
STRELITZIA (female office worker in early 20s)
RUDBECK (female office worker in late 20s)
GALANTHUS (male office worker in early 30s)
ZINNIA (male office worker in early 20s)
JUNCUS (male office worker in early 30s)
YUCCA (female office worker in mid-30s)
(Lights up. There are two desks facing each other centre stage—not parallel, making an inverted V from the audience’s POV. HABERLEA sits behind the desk on the right, and MASSONIA sits behind the desk on the left. Facing them, with his back to the audience, is POLLIN—making the base of the triangle. He’s sitting on a swivel chair so that he can easily turn and talk to each interviewer, and the audience will be able to see him side on. The colour of the walls and the furniture behind each desk are noticeably different&
wilko's flea powder is full of permethrinhalfway through, words bloat like dead birds fallingMore Like This
out of your mouth.
sparrows nest every spring above my window and drop naked from the gutter and it's like this:
standing on the patio staring moronic at pink rows of skinbags,
three minutes behind discovering one alive.
someone else is doing a bad impression of listening. she scribbles two-tone down the wrong
side of the page, turns on the fan and all i can hear is a turbine
scooping up armfuls of air and vomiting
all over my neck and you talk
about stuff that happened
last night and i guess
i was there but
Plain-and-MousyThe King and Queen had produced no children of their own, and so a proclamation was made throughout the kingdom and all the surrounding kingdoms. Anyone who wished to try and prove themselves worthy could come and apply to be the heir.More Like This
Naturally there were many, many applications—the potential princes and princesses travelling from far and wide. Each applicant came before their Royal Majesties and stated their case, extolling their own virtues and qualifications for the role. Some were dismissed almost immediately; others were allowed to reach the end of their speech before being rejected. But eventually all the applicants were whittled down to just two possibles: Plain-and-Mousy and Tall-and-Lovely.
The two young women stood before the King and Queen on their thrones. Plain-and-Mousy was quivering with excitement and enthusiasm. Tall-and-Lovely was calm and self-assured.
The Queen addressed them.
“We will assign you both three tasks. After they are completed we will
between brushing my teeth and writing a novelI met God on the rooftop of an apartment block one black afternoon in Paris. He walked with a limp and had silver pennies where his teeth were missing and he was younger than I had ever been. Spray paint scripture on dirty subway tunnels didn't prepare me for the way his face made me sick with fear.More Like This
In secret I'd sometimes creep backstreet paths towards crippled churches and slip quiet into half-burnt pews and search among the cinders for scraps of bible pages. Once I found a whole book beneath a broken altar. Blind preachers filled the corners of grey streets, piled together babbling Revelation, but I turned to the first few chapters because I'd already heard the end, and maybe we could just start over.
Collapsed at the muddy feet of the Creator, those ripped-up bits of testament were no more than ash.
I begged God for a reset button and he looked at me so sad I thought my heart might break. Said he could see gospels on my hands, that
this aftershave smells like uraniumI don't want to die without leaving a piss-stain on the planet, except the world is a skeleton, and everything already stinks of ammonia. An old woman once told me what it was like to climb trees, how she'd hook her legs around the branches and swing and watch birds fly upside-down above clouds coloured white instead of green. We don't get much of those any more. Trees. Birds. Old women. Wise bastards with something better to talk about than how we should live our lives. Eat your veg. Smile. Brush your fucking teeth. Nah, this old chick with her gnarled fingers and her crumpled smile and her reading glasses with the crooked frame, she talked about seagulls and conkers and sitting on the sides of little streams with her toes in the water, catching frogs and keeping them in jars and feeling bad because they missed the winding river. About how to grow real shit from real seeds in real earth that smelled like earth... that smelled like rotting leaves and seedlings and dew and not formaldehMore Like This
The Know Database Round-Up 10Our original journal can be found here. It states the aims of TheKnow more fully.More Like This
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Hello and welcome to TheKnow Database Round-Up 10! Thank you so much to the people who have become members since last time.
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Viewing Bodies After Death: SCFrankles has seen bodies after death. (One relative after they had died in hospital and another relative, after they ha
Is It..?It was introduced to is by a third person. There had been another verb but it had just been going through a phrase. Is was special.More Like This
Soon the contractions began and it’s was born.
“It’s got my i,” beamed is.
It smiled weakly. Thank the lexicon is would never know about that liaison with has.
Daily Lit Recognition for May 30th, 2014Daily Lit Recognition for May 30th, 2014More Like This
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to build an unfaltering home by your-methamphetamine
this piece is the amalgam of all the beauty birthed by an unfaltering friendship, love spelt magically with each word woven on this page.
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when all the world is sleeping by AsterGirl
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