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Spacy Stacy

Posted on October 24, 2012October 24, 2012 by S. Conde

I was smiling.  I didn’t want to smile, nor laugh.  But there I was, smiling and laughing like an idiot. They thought it was hilarious.  “Put it on, put it on!”  I was ten and obliged.  I walked to the bathroom with my shame, to put “it” on. Why didn’t I like it?  It was…

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Value

Posted on October 16, 2012October 16, 2012 by S. Conde

She was dead. So well loved was she.  Still, one vulture came repeatedly, to pick over the corpse. The old man called, “Come quickly, she’s taking everything of value.” She could not go.  She could not participate.  What the old woman wanted her to have, she placed lovingly in her hand, days before death came…

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Evolution

Posted on October 13, 2012October 29, 2012 by S. Conde

The scorpion stings, the snake tempts and the eagle guides us. Seven tasks, seven rewards, and seven angels.  All in threes. Evolution. Venus the star of the morning, the necessary evil.  She who put the sword in the girl’s hand, the crown on her head.  Empowering her to cut away the cobwebs and self doubt….

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I Am She

Posted on October 10, 2012October 10, 2012 by S. Conde

She used to be me.  That is, I used to be she. I have since unzipped and stepped out of her skin, quite literally. I could not speak of her then, as I could never, ever, see, the massive forest for the surrounding trees. She was the walking wounded.  The prey.  Or predator maybe. Either…

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Static Flux

Posted on September 25, 2012August 26, 2013 by S. Conde

I thought I’d put that baby to bed. I received a call from area code 561.  I know more than one living in that zone, but rarely speak with them, at least not on the telephone.  There is, however, a particular person, with whom I don’t speak at all. Folding laundry, my phone rang.  I…

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The Gorgon

Posted on September 23, 2012October 9, 2012 by S. Conde

A monster dwells inside of me.  A demon.  She cries an eye for an eye, though justice is not her name. I have caged her.  Poured water on her head.  Tried to forget. Still she escapes her bonds from time to time. Less often now than before.  When met with like she grows stronger.  Malevolent…

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Years

Posted on September 14, 2012October 9, 2012 by S. Conde

We met at Lollapalooza on August 10th,1994 in Bayfront Park, Miami.  I was a hot mess.  Hair up, keys tied around my neck, cut off jeans shorts, red low tops and a white Hanes undershirt, rendered see through by the mist tent.  He was tall, dark and handsome, with luscious red lips and curly hair. …

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