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Strange Happenings in March

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March 2nd Monique Oliver: Accessory to Evil streaming on Netflix. “From 1987 to 2003, Michel Fourniret became France’s most infamous serial killer. This documentary seeks to understand the role his wife played in these murders: pawn or participant?” March 7th Full Moon Monstrilio by Gerardo Sámano Córdova on shelves. “A thought-provoking meditation on grief, acceptance, and the monstrous sides of love and loyalty, Gerardo Sámano Córdova blends bold imagination and evocative prose with deep emotional rigor. Told in four acts that span the globe from Brooklyn to Berlin, Monstrilio offers, with uncanny clarity, a cathartic and precise portrait of being human.” From From by Monica Youn on shelves. “A kaleidoscopic personal essay explores the racial positioning of Asian Americans and the epidemic of anti-Asian hate. Several poems titled “Study of Two Figures” anatomize and dissect the Asian other: Midas the striving, nouveau-riche father; Dr. Seuss and the imaginary daughter Chrysanthemum-Pearl he invented while authoring his anti-Japanese propaganda campaign; Pasiphaë, mother of the minotaur, and Sado, the eighteenth-century Korean prince, both condemned to containers allegorical and …

Muse of the Day

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There was a sky somewhere above the tops of the buildings, with stars and a moon and all the things there are in a sky, but they were content to think of the distant street lights as planets and stars. If the lights prevented you from seeing the heavens, then preform a little magic and change reality to fit the need. The street lights were now planets and stars and moon. Hubert Selby Jr., Requiem for a Dream

Muse of the Day

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There are very few friends that will lie down with you on empty streets in the middle of the night, without a word. No questions, no asking why, just quietly lay there with you, observing the stars, until you’re ready to get back up on your feet again and walk the last bit home, softly holding your hand as a quiet way of saying “I’m here”.It was a beautiful night. Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

Muse of the Day

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It was a quietness that left the dammed singing.The dead can’t sing, it’s just a deception.Through a breeze, they murmur their tune.Is the breeze in the cemetery truly dead individuals singing?Chilly, blusterous shouts of shallow woes, it’s indeed them singing. Dead Can Sing Poem by D.L. Lewis

Muse of the Day

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But I wasn’t mad or happy. And as I lay in bed trying to read, I realized that upset had been overshadowed by uneasy. I felt as though someone was watching me. I got so spooked I even got up to check out the window and in the closet and under the bed, but the feeling still didn’t go away.  It took me nearly until midnight to understand what it was.  It was me. Watching me. Wendelin Van Draanen, Flipped

Muse of the Day

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This the year we are houses, lights on in every window, doors that won’t quite shut. When one of us speaks we both feel the words moving on our tongues. When one of us eats we both feel the food slipping down our gullets. It would have surprised neither of us to have found, slit open, that we shared organs, that one’s lungs breathed for the both, that a single heart beat a doubling, feverish pulse. Daisy Johnson, Sisters