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SPIDER
I was lying in my bed one night, reading like I normally do. The small lamp next to my bed was on, casting pale, warm light on everything. My blankets were warm, my pillow was soft, and I was reading a great book in my favorite flannel pajamas. I felt a little tickle on my arm, so I looked up from my book to brush it away. It was at that moment that I realized what it was that I felt on my arm. It wasn't just a little itch.
Eight little eyes looked up at me, watching my nose wrinkle in disgust. It was hideous. It would not have been so ugly, had it eight legs. This one only had six, and four of those legs were deformed-looking. Its two front legs were different in length, one longer than the other by a relatively large amount. Its middle legs were even in length, and its back legs were like the front ones; uneven.
Altogether it was gross and unnerving, this little black mutant. I watched it creep away from me, down the bedspread, and I slid out of my bed and returned quickly with a nap
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The Man in the Indigo Suit
The man in the smart indigo suit looked sharp waiting at the corner of the familiar brick building. His lank figure was stooped slightly, blond head bowed, reading a book held in one hand. A cigarette dangled from between the first two fingers of his other hand. Both objects seemed out of place, visually, but the man seemed to balance the two with perfect grace.
No one had ever seen this man before. Yet here he was, standing at that familiar corner like he had waited here his whole life. What was he waiting for? Was there a lady? Was there a limo? The longer he stood there, the more questions his presence began to provoke. Where did he get that ridiculous suit? What was he reading? Why was he reading at this corner? Was he waiting or just loitering? This stranger stuck out like a sore thumb.
He finally looked up from his page with blue marble-eyes. He blinked delicate, invisible-blond eyelashes and glanced coolly to the side, silently closing his book. He brought the cigarette to hi
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Rain
It was the sound of the rain that awoke him. It was strange; not the rain, but the fact that it awoke him. It was the same soft sound as always, gentle and barely audible. But this morning, the rain seemed different. The fat drops seemed to come down with renewed life and energy. The wet air outside was new and fragrant.
Maybe it was this sense of newness that awoke him. This figurative dawn had been approaching all night, seeping into his pores. He was renewed; his body needed no more sleep, and his senses were keen. His eyes, dark blue like the Irish Sea, opened, and every trace of sleep left him. The morning was like fog: cold and wet, awakening the skin, but hazy and soft to the eyes. Everything around the man was soft and gentle.
He sat up and removed his blankets, discarding their warmth. He rubbed the stubble on his face and ran his hands over his brown hair, which was textured like the surface of the Atlantic. He dressed himself. His shirt was crumpled and cold from being on th
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An Fidleir -The Fiddler
Play me a song,
A soft song
On your old fiddle,
Sweet and scratchy.
Play it so that only you and I hear.
Sweep away my cares
With sweeping strokes of your bow.
Take me away
Across the salty sea,
To the ancient misty hills
And forty shades of green.
Play me a song, my love
A stór mo chroí,
Play for me;
Play me the river,
Jaunty and rolling;
Play me the sky,
Endless and forever changing;
Play me the rain,
Dripping, falling, cleansing, fresh.
Play me a song
My fiddler, my love
Play until all melts with the rain,
Melts together,
Becoming one.
Play until you and I
The two of us, and the hills
The hills and the river,
The river, the sky,
Rain, mist, and forty shades of green,
Play until we all melt together.
The river is your song,
And the sky is our canopy.
Our shoulders, hands, feet, and heads
Are the ancient misty hills.
My tears are the rain,
The rain which falls on you,
Falls on I.
Play me a sweet, soft song,
A scratchy lullaby on your fiddle;
Play me a song,
Mo anam cara.<
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