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Moments Of Silence
1. Close your eyes, she murmured as her fingers brushed his temple. He exhaled forcefully, his breath rushing from his lungs joining the...
elviraberezowsky
Nov 13, 20202 min read
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siren
I am the deep guttural moan escaping from my lover's lips I am the hum from the bass cello vibrating through the body I am a hot pink...
elviraberezowsky
Nov 6, 20201 min read
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Crystalline
Winter comes in the night, reticent and tender, through the tall pines that sway their greeting. We lay on our backs listening to the...
elviraberezowsky
Oct 22, 20201 min read
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Picked Flowers
The day the baby died a million tiny pearl and pink flowers opened on the apple tree, releasing their scent into the air. Walking past...
elviraberezowsky
Oct 15, 20201 min read
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Negotiations
No one warns you that the downside to polyamory is the sheer number of in-laws that needed to be satisfied. Heather contemplated the...
elviraberezowsky
Oct 8, 20202 min read
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Magpie Woman
magpie woman circles swooping calling trailing her long white plumes across the cold grey parking lot magpie woman cackles shrill bounce...
elviraberezowsky
Oct 2, 20201 min read
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Poetry: Poems from the Apocalypse (Day 7)
when my son was four he cried when he went to school ugly tears of terror at a world so new peopl e place s thing s for months every day...
elviraberezowsky
Sep 23, 20201 min read
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Postcard Stories :: Chased By The Devil (Pandemic Postcard)
1. The devil finds work for idle hands and minds. Wash the dishes. Mop the floor. Do the laundry. Scrub the windows. Tidy rooms. Vacuum...
elviraberezowsky
Sep 13, 20201 min read
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Poetry :: Poems from the Apocalypse (Day Two)
earth raised her voice and called out stop so loud it shook the ground but humanity was deaf she lifted her arms and twirled and twisted...
elviraberezowsky
Aug 31, 20201 min read
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Short Story :: For The Boys
The first girl I loved was nine, but so was I. On summer break, we were both exiled to our grandmothers' homes in the Highlands...
elviraberezowsky
Aug 31, 20206 min read
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Creative Non-Fiction:: We Are Candace
I was Candace Derksen. We were Candace Derksen. Growing up in the North End of Winnipeg, any of us could have been Candace Derksen. But...
elviraberezowsky
Aug 31, 20207 min read
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Postcard Story:: Postcards Read At Bedsides
I wish I could say this in person, but they won’t let me see you. Not me. Not the kids. Instead, they told me to write you a short note...
elviraberezowsky
Aug 31, 20201 min read
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