Daily Lit Recognition for April 28th, 2014
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Suggested by: successwithhonor
Featured by: UnspecifiedUnknown
gospel circlesright now i am sitting under a gospel hall
and a man above and to the right of me
keeps screaming, “lord, i am too old for hallelujah”
between punctuated bits of off-beat clapping.
there is a drum circle somewhere up there
and djembe are hit to break his pauses.
from somewhere, there is a track
bleating spurts of trumpet like sheep
and scattering notes from the piano like milkweed
lord, you are too old for hallelujah.
that song has been played over and over
for so many tired years,
brought back countless times as a
dulling exclamation point thrown as if to cut
a question mark in half.
its beauty has eroded with age:
a relic chipped away by time.
there are voices singing in an african language above me.
they ebb gently like a river, show their undersides like a leaf
upturned in a breeze.
they may be joyous or frantic -- maybe both, but i can’t ever tell.
“lord, we are too old for hallelujah!”
a choir agrees.
and maybe we are.
because from where i
gospel circles by Serentic
"gospel circles" does a fine job in
conveying the seamless stream of thought
anchored by the author, in light of
these subjects questionable truths.
Featured by: betwixtthepages
OsteophilicHe loved his bones.
The way they never asked too much of him
or protested his requests.
There was nothing superfluous in their design;
simple, sleek, and uncomplicated.
They were spry, robust
ready to take on the world with
sharp and fluid motions.
His bones were not brittle like she was.
Not so breakable or frail,
not so expendable.
They didn't bend under pressure
or fracture under stress.
He loved his bones -
their ivory purity eased his soul -
and he was proud of the way
they held everything together
She knew one day he'd stomp this
old flame out, long before 'death do us part.'
Cremation had never been part of the plan.
Osteophilic by daybreaksmiles
daybreaksmiles compares love
to Osteogenesis Imperfecta (brittle bone
disease) in this clever piece.
Featured by: betwixtthepages
The Pen Laughs at Structure“I don’t mean to alarm you, Paul, but I’ve turned into a horse.”
“Not to worry. I’ll just turn this dial back a little, aaaaand...”
“Now I’m two horses.”
“Okay. I’m going to stop fiddling with this thing now.”
There was an awkward silence. Dave tapped two of his front hooves nervously on the hot, sticky tarmac of the car park.
“We should get going?”
“Yeah. Which way?”
Paul looked around. “Well, the sun’s over there, but I don’t know what time it is, or where we are, or where the crystalline elixir would be.”
“I thought you said that thing was going to make our job easier.”
“The device isn’t perfect, alright?”
“Gee, really!?” The horses snorted angrily. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Suddenly, a dinosaur’s head burst up through the floor. “ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOA
The Pen Laughs at Structure by DamonWakes
This humorous flash fiction piece
explains why you never try to "bypass"
the hijinks of a genre with a simple cop-out.
Featured by: Naktarra
Mo (1,315w) The first time they met, Mo smiled. In her head, the girl knew that smile was one that the world would call “ugly”; however, she was still a child so her heart was bigger. Her heart smiled back.
It was a wintry Friday in February. Beth was almost thirteen—possibly the worst almost in a girl’s process of growing up, the almost of never catching a break from her own mirror and wishing her body would just make up its mind already. She poked at her soggy corn flakes and plucked at the itchy new strap of her bra. Wished her breasts were either big enough to actually make some shape, or small enough that she wouldn’t have to bother. Her parents lounged their way into a late morning with black coffee and yesterday’s crossword puzzles. This was a typical family snow day: nothing out of the ordinary was supposed to happen in t
Mo (2,553w) by Tales-of-Tao
Whew, after reading this I think my
eyes are fogging up. No, I'm not crying, it
must just been the weather. This is beautiful
and far greater than my vocabulary can describe.
Featured by: Malintra-Shadowmoon
Ueber die AlpenEs begann wieder zu schneien, als wir an dem Hang ankamen. Einige ließen entmutigt die Köpfe hängen, doch ich munterte sie wieder auf. "Hannibal und seine ersten zehn Elefanten haben es auch geschafft darüber zu gehen, seine Elefanten, hört ihr!" Das wirkte. Schon sprangen die ersten. Mit leisem Fluch rappelten sie sich auf der anderen Seite des Abgrundes wieder auf. Ich war zu müde um zu springen, und außerdem schmerzte mein Bein wieder. Mein Bein, mit dem ich an einer Felsspalte hängen geblieben war und es mir aufgerissen hatte. Einige Heiler hatten es mir daraufhin verbunden, aber wenn es zu schneien begann, tat es immer noch heftig weh. Doch die Heiler waren zuversichtlich, dass ich bei der Schlacht in circa drei Wochen mitstreiten könne.
Ich hielt mein Pferd an, während immer mehr Soldaten sprangen und der Schnee sich zu einem regelrechten Schneesturm ausweitete. Ich wollte auf die Kavallerie warten, die bei solchen Abhängen
Ueber die Alpen by SmyliArt
This piece is a historical non-fiction
prose dealing with Hannibal and his elephants
crossing the Alps to conquer Rome. The text
includes thoughts of the foot soldiers on their
march, about their fears and their courage.
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