Daily Lit Recognition for March 13th 2015

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Daily Lit Recognition for March 13^th, 2015

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Poetry

Featured By: AyeAye12

on waking alone in the nightit is four in the morning.
with my eyes closed i could be a child
tonguing the space left
by a missing tooth, probing,
picking at
some loss - the slow, nagging drip
of that open wound.
atrophy.
in this dark i can't see
my palm as it rises there
like a specter, the unfurling
of the hand like lips, the spaces
between fingers as they search again
and again
for some missing thing. these are
the real wounds.
i am not a child
anymore: there are worse things
to have lost
than teeth.

on waking alone in the night by moondrums

_{A beautiful, nostalgic and observational piece.}

_{Suggested by: comatose-comet}

_{Featured by: chromeantennae}

i wantall i can ever taste are
fragmented sentences and
there are battle scars like cuts
on my tongue from the words
that could never tumble out
like the rest
can you hear the cliché of a writer writing
about writing? can you feel the rays of light
hit your eyeballs and ricochet right back into
the page again?
(tell me: can you smell the ink on my breath?)
i want to feel so choked up and so much like
i'm drowning that the only thing i can think
about doing is writing and
i want to fall asleep singing poems in my head
again, and, and
(i want to stretch my hands and touch
pen to paper and fingers to keyboard
and i want to write without the guilt
burning my throat)
(i want to write without touching backspace)

i want by anobrain

_{Suggester says: I think this poem captures exactly what it's like to have an empty word document in front of you and turns that blank space into a beautiful, well-formed work.}

Prose

Featured By: AyeAye12

Meatless"It's not meat you know."
He'd slipped up silently beside me at the meat counter and was pointing to the shrink-wrapped flat of striploin I was holding.
"They print those, from meat flavoured engineered inks, but they're not meat."
As I turned to look at him, he withdrew slightly and glanced furtively around, shrinking into the hooded sweater he was wearing.
"LeGrange and Baxter, those are real meat. Grown in a field, real. Not those ones though, they're all printed."
I put the steak down and looked further down the coolers at the LeGrange display.
"Your jeans too, not cotton. They sell them as cotton, but it's not organically grown cotton, it's engineered. Ever wonder why it itches? You should stick to Levi Strauss and Company, quality clothing for over one hundred and sixty years."
It took a moment to process that the man was just talking about Levi's. I stopped and took a look around. This was the strangest man I'd bumped into at the grocery store in recent memory.
"You're a jean sn

Meatless by SRSmith

_{Classical sci-fi done right; plot-twists, politics and despite the technology, unnervingly realistic.}

_{Featured by doodlerTM}

The Little Boy in the Blue CapI had spent the day, camera in hand, walking down the endless rows of custom cars. Though a lot of cars seemed alike, each was unique to the trained eye; restored in the reflection of their driver's personality. A follower of car shows, this one is particularly special to me. Walking down a row dedicated to the classic cars of the 80's, a small blue cap caught my eye. After I viewed my picture of the interior of the car's interior did I realize an unexpected guest in the driver's seat of the classic car, grasping the bottom of the steering wheel.
Startled, my eyes darted back to the car. A small boy did indeed sit on the leather seats, comfortable from the warmth of the sun shining through the windshield. Plaid shorts held up by suspenders, kept his chubby body from bursting through the shorts themselves as he sat, obviously pleased with himself. Hands still holding the wheel in front of him he wiggled his feet; scuffmarks marked his white shoes. I imagined the little tyke scuffed his

The Little Boy in the Blue Cap by Istenox

_{A heartfelt vignette about childhood innocence.}

Foreign Language

_{Featured by: Malintra-Shadowmoon}

Engelhard by Moritz-Fuchs

_{Engelhard is a mixture of an artistic fairy tale, animal fable and medieval narration. In medieval times, God and faith played a great role in literature, so it does here as well.}

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