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Platypus Press – Miyoko & Other Stories
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A series of fragments of what had and what might have been. Four short stories traverse the heart of Japan through the seasons. Best Short Story Collection. Tudor’s] understanding of Japan is amazingly perceptive, and her stories address the deeply intertwined paradoxes between young and old and urban and rural that have recently characterised the nation. Such a wonderful, little book! I found myself immediately captivated and drawn into its vivid, warm, colorful, poetic language. Thomas R. Belfield.
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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Platypus Press – You Are the Map
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You Are the Map. In the winter of a love story, feelings become your guide. But as worlds shift and seasons change, memories last forever. Twenty-five poems follow this journey; a map to the heart of relationships. Through lust and love to despair and descent. Tudor’s] poems remind me of Tyler Knott Gregson’s love poems not complicated or intricate in their articulation; but sincere, effusive, honest, deeply felt. You Are the Map’ explores an atlas of emotions, and gives us glimpses of life and love.
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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