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Secret RefreshingsSecret Refreshings (Line 665, Samson Agonistes) “Unless he feel within Some source of consolation from above; Secret refreshings, that repair his strength, And fainting spirits uphold.” - John MiltonSecret Refreshings
I'm not sure that I've ever experienced a “secret refreshing” but if Milton were alive today, I imagine he might demonstrate
such a thing by going around town slipping glasses of lemonade into unsuspecting pockets on especially hot days.
Or perhaps he might try his hand tossing breath mints into the open mouths of dozing smokers.
by ~alekdeva
On Lines from "Rhapsody on aOn Lines from “Rhapsody on a Windy Night”On Lines from "Rhapsody on a
1:30
The street lamp sputtered, the street lamp muttered but I heard nothing from the star. The street lamp, coughing, remarked on our stupor, and the star moved in almost-degrees.
The street lamp said, “Regard that step please” when the star watched our stumbling gait. The street lamp said, “Watch the frowning door” but the star knew we'd trip on the frame.
2:30
The street lamp asked me if I knew her name and the star answered for me with “...” The s
by ~alekdeva
Woman Finds Body in FreezerWoman Finds Body in Freezer (Another Homicide, This One Just as Boring to Read About as the Last)Woman Finds Body in Freezer
“Police are investigating the death as a homicide because science has determined it is impossible to wrap yourself entirely in plastic.”- My eyes drift line to line in time with the clicking of my nails and the shuddering snap of the camera in my head: imagined moments in the story.
I imagine the surprise of the woman when, searching for the freezer-burned meat that will later become an unappreciated pot roast, her hand instead finds the chilly feet of one o
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The ScreamThe ScreamThe Scream
“It all happened so fast,” he says. “One minute I was watching the flow of the water like spirits escaping beyond the horizon and the pink of the sky like a child’s cheeks after winter winds. And then it was all orange, or red like blood smeared across the palate of the sky. The water below the bridge congealed. The other people on the bridge elongated into shadows, one cut at the neck by the sunset…” “And you?” I ask. &n
by ~alekdeva
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I haven't finished reading them,
but I'm enjoying them
one
by
one
like glasses of fine wine
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Home Is Behind
The World Ahead
And There Are Many Paths To Tread
Through Shadow
To The Edge Of Night
Until The Stars Are All Alight
Mist And Shadow
Cloud And Shade
All Shall Fade
All Shall...Fade
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