Tag Archives: Isabel Sylvan

Second Location

When attacked a woman must not allow her assailant to take her to the second location. There is no escape from there. That is where he will kill her. I do not remember when I heard about that, about certain … Continue reading

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Strange Things She Heard

“Sit quietly, we’ll take care of things. Your hands are too weak. Don’t sing, your voice is too full of pain. It’s just not a lovely thing. That pretty girl across the street, she’s the one who can sing, not … Continue reading

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The Fairytales

I watch from my window the birds pick at the morning apples. My friends, do we forget the fairytales or beg to live them? The Mother, the Witch, the Spell, but, oh, to be kissed. Sweet waking kiss. How red … Continue reading

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Aspie

Be my security for a moment. I need you now. I will be your sanctuary of understanding later this evening, but for now, I am too frightened to be so kind, trembling inside while the world moves faster and louder … Continue reading

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Things We Keep

I still have a box of old strange things. The menu from the diner I lived at in high school. The Samuel Adams bottle cap I saved from the night after Sam’s funeral. Still remember teasing him for being named … Continue reading

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Her Odd-Eyed Art

He does not interrogate the heart, does not second-guess art, refuses to protest against creative experiments. All the while, all the town wonders and worries, gossips and guesses as his daughter sculpts strange animals out of scrap metal and string. … Continue reading

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