by Amanda Mather
I've recently been seeing a man who compliments me constantly. In the two weeks since we started talking, he has called me beautiful, smart, sexy, hot, gorgeous, fucking gorgeous, mesmerizing, a goddess. On our dates, he often interrupts me (which I hate) to say I have beautiful eyes or a great smile (which I love, so it mostly evens out). He says he can tell I love to be adored, which is a true thing I think I should dislike about myself but don't. I know he's laying it on thick, but somehow when he says I have the smallest waist, I believe him more than I believe my own pants. That's the thing I dislike about myself: not my love of romantic adoration, but how easily I buy it and how utterly it sways me when little else can.
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Amanda Mather is a writer and data analyst living in Portland, Oregon. Her work is published here and nowhere else. Really, you’re lucky to be reading her at all.
20250911
20250903
Feeling a Little Lost
by Robert Ludemann
I would like to feel just once how fast we are really moving. The earth spinning at over a 1,000 mph, orbiting the sun at over 65,000 mph! The Milky Way rotating at over 450,000 mph, the galaxy itself moving at over a million mph. But Albert won’t let me get even a taste of it, denied! I'm not a speed freak, never a speeding ticket once in my life. But I think if I could just get a sense of it all, I could possibly see that we are making progress, headed in the right direction.
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Robert Ludemann is happily retired and using writing as a chance to avoid responsibility.
I would like to feel just once how fast we are really moving. The earth spinning at over a 1,000 mph, orbiting the sun at over 65,000 mph! The Milky Way rotating at over 450,000 mph, the galaxy itself moving at over a million mph. But Albert won’t let me get even a taste of it, denied! I'm not a speed freak, never a speeding ticket once in my life. But I think if I could just get a sense of it all, I could possibly see that we are making progress, headed in the right direction.
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Robert Ludemann is happily retired and using writing as a chance to avoid responsibility.
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Robert McEvily
20250901
Wilt
by Lynn Kozlowski
The tall rows of oak trees got wilt and were removed. Mother’s street now gets full sun. Some neighbors have threatened to sell, but none have. Mother forgets the faces of her friends. She takes comfort at home with the blinds shut. She imagines no change in what she once could see outside.
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Lynn Kozlowski has published in 50-Word Stories, The Zodiac Review, The Dribble Drabble Review, Bright Flash Literary Review, Friday Flash Fiction, and The Malahat Review. He has a book of short fiction, Historical Markers (Ravenna Books). He is based in Buffalo, NY, but spends considerable time in Waterloo, Ontario.
The tall rows of oak trees got wilt and were removed. Mother’s street now gets full sun. Some neighbors have threatened to sell, but none have. Mother forgets the faces of her friends. She takes comfort at home with the blinds shut. She imagines no change in what she once could see outside.
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Lynn Kozlowski has published in 50-Word Stories, The Zodiac Review, The Dribble Drabble Review, Bright Flash Literary Review, Friday Flash Fiction, and The Malahat Review. He has a book of short fiction, Historical Markers (Ravenna Books). He is based in Buffalo, NY, but spends considerable time in Waterloo, Ontario.
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Robert McEvily
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