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nuclearsalad (52)in #poetry • 5 years ago
Young
That feeling when you saw on TV a street that you used to cross when you were in college. You remember the heat of the air, the colors of the surroundings: the barbecue grills…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #music • 6 years ago
Disrupt-it-Yourself: Vaporwave as Counterculture
Introduction If you have been digging / living in the internet for a long time, you may have encountered this phenomenon / movement in-passing. Usually accompanied by images…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #poetry • 6 years ago
Sappho
There is a different kind of sadness gripping my heart these past few days. I probably got this from listening to too much lo-fi hiphop beats, or to the latest videos of Levni…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #poetry • 6 years ago
Fool
It’s more convenient to look at the mess and point at a different person. Ask them to clean it up, pick up the pieces, probably even scrutinize the way they fix it. Laugh at…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #poetry • 6 years ago
A Rose
Crimson stains on toilet paper Spilling from the wastebasket Swept with yester-years of grief, the longing of the mouse for the cat that moved away, the previous owner of…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #poetry • 6 years ago
what does it mean to touch?
what does it mean to touch when our hands only know how to let go? what language do our arms speak when we pretend we are embracing each other? Deep within my skin are…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #nonfiction • 6 years ago
The Girlfriends I had (an old journal entry)
Looking at the stuff I wrote these past few years, I noticed that I mostly talked about the girls I wished for but never had, and not about the girls I actually had. For the…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #poetry • 6 years ago
Still life with certain things
A. Shoes The dirt on your shoes show where you've been. The scent from your socks show how careless you've been. B. Smart Phone The tool you use to post/create/curate…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #story • 6 years ago
Best Friend
Jericho Rivero oftentimes regards his roommate, Nathan Lopez as his best friend. He found Nathan’s company buoying his own life in the city, considering that he came from a…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #story • 6 years ago
She Smokes Now
Liz started smoking when Nathan Lopez, the basketball player, decided to end his relationship with her. The reason I know was that Liz confided to me—sometimes in tears—the…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #story • 6 years ago
The Door and the Beehive
There was a boy and there was a girl. The boy was me and the girl was her. It was supposed to be simple, but of course, a lot of things just don’t turn simple. Sometimes it…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #love • 6 years ago
Faulty Streetlights
It was 2 in the morning when Rick woke up, feeling the presence of the November chill intensified by the rain crawling to his skin while his ears were muffled by the monotonous…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #story • 6 years ago
A Mirror Does Not Forget
A Mirror does not Forget Sunday morning, Rick, our common friend, rang me up to confirm if I’d go. “Of course, I’ll go,” I told him in a calm voice. “What’s the address?” I…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #story • 6 years ago
The Death of Tony
For many days now, all Tony could think about was how would his wife, Gloria, and their 4-month old son, Nathan, would cope in case he died at any moment. It was something that…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #story • 6 years ago
Something, 2012
One of the challenges I faced as a starting writer was characterization. I'd write a short story, submit it to a writing workshop, and then listen to the panelists' (those who…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #story • 6 years ago
Watching the Rain
It was raining that night, and inside his room, Dave was watching the trails of the raindrops on the window. His room was lit only with the faint light of a moon covered with…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #story • 6 years ago
A Trip to the Barber's
It was one summer afternoon when I decided to take a haircut. True to form, I needed it. After what I thought endless night-life gigs with my band, I finally earned a job, one…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #love • 6 years ago
Sadness and Desire, Chapter Nineteen
In my other dreams, I slipped off a cliff somewhere and fell. My fingers scratched through the dirt and bits of rock trying to grasp anything solid, or really just trying to…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #story • 6 years ago
Sadness and Desire, Chapter Eighteen
When Kristelle came to my flat to take her rice cooker, I let her inside and she calmly stepped in, leaving her shoes by the doorway, walking straight to the kitchen, opened the…
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nuclearsalad (52)in #poetry • 6 years ago
Always forgetting
Maybe my life was meant to be this way: Appear conscious, wasting time, Nodding if in agreement, Waving my two hands if proposing an antithesis And then sleep. Dream:…
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