Monthly Archives: August 2011

Everyone Kiss and Wake Up

Posted on August 31, 2011 by Amanda McMullen

Some days, I could just walk into a room of old friends and kiss everyone on the mouth. Be like the Italian — sensual, passionate, free-spirited.  Affection collects on the lips and fires special synapses.  The only way to transfer … Continue reading →

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When You Shut Off Your Internet in the Morning, You Find:

Posted on August 16, 2011 by Amanda McMullen

It comes in waves– connectedness, brief relief.  Reading Rumi, I fall into a quiet, elusive state, where the world within melds with the world without, as if the entire universe were made of quicksand, but nobody’s sinking. It’s true–we move … Continue reading →

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The SmartPhotographer. (Caution: heavy sarcasm)

Posted on August 14, 2011 by Amanda McMullen

It’s another full moon, ladies and gents, and you know what that means: excess crazy fumes. Luckily lack of sleep has left me immune and subdued, so instead of a trip to crazytown, I wandered the streets of South Congress … Continue reading →

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on publication in Pear Noir! pt. 2

Posted on August 11, 2011 by Amanda McMullen

Take heart! Or prepare for this publication to carry yours away to some lovely cloud galaxy, precipitating drop after drop of beautifully ripe language. I believe in kindred spirits, but I didn’t realize that idea extended from human to literary … Continue reading →

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on publication in Pear Noir! pt. 1

Posted on August 10, 2011 by Amanda McMullen

Hot damn! Reading other people’s work who appear in the same magazine as you is pure torture! Especially when your poems hang far in the back, like the bad kids on the school bus, who think they’re cool the way drunks … Continue reading →

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White Hot Black Magic

Posted on August 4, 2011 by Amanda McMullen

A small taste of what is already a much larger, less personal piece, by AK: They say, the Sufi must die before death, and you’re on track because your breath already smells like a liquor cabinet.  “Fasten your mask first,” … Continue reading →

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