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[3 Mar 2010 | No Comment | By Nariman Sahukar]
Four Ribbons

In the search for fallen leaves from trees; nature’s ribbons; Nariman finds a hidden poetry.

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[24 Feb 2010 | No Comment | By Dora Hawk]
I: The Fool

Five cups of hot chocolate
The second cup the waitress forgot my marshmallows
Scribble your name across my mind
Forgot where my mouth is
Spilt chocolate all over my scarf

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[25 Dec 2009 | 2 Comments | By Naomi Snell]
Adversity and Gain

To some, each day is a struggle. To others, every day is a gift.
One Vibewire Contributor speaks poetically of their journey toward positivity encouraged by the challenges of a serious illness…

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[8 Dec 2009 | No Comment | By Omar Sakr]
Way Down In the Hole

A vague outline of a boy sat nearby, but it wasn’t Jimmy. He knew instinctively. The boy’s head was down; he was so still and so dark, as though he were made from the purest black.

Ronny’s breath misted in the air, steady puffs in and out, slowly accelerating.

Neither of them moved.

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[8 Dec 2009 | No Comment | By Dan Steiner]
Financial Crisis

He thinks about it for a sec. He thinks about his shitty apprenticeship wages and working the night fill at Coles every second day. He thinks about eating the same bloody peanut butter sandwich for lunch every day. He thinks about the fact he could be fired at any time. He thinks about how things were before the kids – sex, sleep-ins, fun times, zero worries.
He takes a knife from her.

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[8 Dec 2009 | No Comment | By Jessica Barabas-Bui]
Smells Like Rain…

She looks down and sees that her hands are bloody, broken, beyond repair. Her pen which was previously tracing along the paper, is now digging into her forearm. Blood seeps from the wound and she is aware that if she removes the pen then the dam will break and it will begin to pour out of her. The pen ink appears to filter into her, the black spreading up her arm and racing its way to her neck…