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fringeLIT Online Literary JournalfringeLIT Online Literary JournalfringeLIT is an online literary journal devoted to up and coming writers with vision and skill. We publish work demonstrating raw energy and timelessness. We want work that is alive. This is a venue for serious writers frustrated with the tastes o
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Apology To A Poem I Forgot To Write
2008-03-18 21:51:00 Hey pen… hey paper…look - I know I told you... More About: Write , Poem , Apology
She Always Draws Him
2008-03-10 23:04:00 She adds the shading to the shoulder, not too much ink or his frame will be lost. Her favorite of it all is to draw the peaceful curve that connects...
Psychological Warfare
2008-03-07 00:52:00 Psychological Warfare My hands warm the glass jar, and it's contents. My eyes pierce over the formica counter top. Although, my mind is unstable with the emotional backlash of... More About: Psychological
Fear of Flying
2008-03-05 18:39:00 I hate when I fly on airlines that make you share a can of soda or juice. Some airlines don’t practice this. Some give you the whole can and let... More About: Flying , Fear
Race against the sun
2008-01-24 07:56:00 Part IThis is my town. Sometimes I like to pretend I’m not from around here. Like I came here on vacation or something. Like I’m actually from some third world... More About: Race
Yes, My Parents Are Nutcases
2008-01-18 15:42:00 Thinking straight was a bit of an issue for me that day. Once again, my parents were being much too overprotective of their only daughter. They wanted my... More About: Parents , Pare
Mother's Day
2007-11-07 12:29:00 Water poured from the shower repelling off three days of oil build-up in Margaret's hair. Lighting strikes of grey were woven throughout her brown thinning strands. She washed... More About: S Day
Telling Secrets to Myself
2007-10-22 01:34:00 There is a quarrel going on behind me It is not between lovers But a drunk and a moron Both complaining about the same thing... More About: Secrets
Rewind
2007-10-22 01:29:00 You are attracted to dicks And not the genitalia kind The ones that are pigs With only sex on their mind Not that you... More About: Rewind
Metal Between My Legs
2007-10-22 01:29:00 The concept of happiness floats like a feather over my head But it isn’t obeying the laws of gravity It looms over me, motionless, quiet, and... More About: Metal , Legs , Ween
Older Stuff Like Grandma
2007-10-22 01:27:00 Between you and Me Let’s keep this between the paper and me, like a secret between lovers. We don’t need this to be spread.... More About: Stuff , Grandma
Sick
2007-10-18 10:57:00 A Sunday afternoonstanding in the localAcme supermarketbruises on my arms — needlemarks fromone too many bloodtestsand this middle-agedlady fresh fromchurch services sneersat me unkindlyas if I were a homelessjunkie.And I... More About: Sick
My Pee Buddy 'N' Me
2007-10-11 17:13:00 It must be said that I don't keep a regular urinary schedule or anything like that. I drink seven bottles of water a day (for good luck), and so I... More About: Buddy
No Disrespect to Bob, but...
2007-10-09 14:01:00 One of the more shocking measures of our country’s “prosperity” is the fact that the United States spends more on trash bags (annually) than 90 other countries in...
Comedy
2007-09-30 23:01:00 You will walk into a bar and see everyone in ivory and smelling like the salt of the earth too bad the earth is flat and not spread across the... More About: Comedy
FUBAR
2007-09-19 23:36:00 you are fucked upbeyond all repairand it's your own faultbut your faultsare involuntaryso you're notreally to blamebut it's because ofyour faults thatyou're hereunable to fashionwords out of thoughtyou're just awkwardthat's...
Atlas At Last
2007-09-15 23:55:00 The City: Here we are digits. The seemingly empty void in a mother's stomach. The character sucked from within us and into an ooze waiting in a white desert. We...
Screwdriver
2006-11-22 00:01:00 William wasn’t a drunk but wasn't sober either. He walked down the street from his rundown, one-bedroom place to the bar. His jeans dragged, water soaking through his shoes,...
God by Nick Sallade
2006-11-21 11:55:00 Like Paris HiltonI am only interested in youWhen you are nakedMoaning in the darkCrawling toward meSearching for the salvationThat... More About: Nick , Sall , Alla
Sitting Around, Watching Porn by Nick Sallade
2006-11-21 11:54:00 We are bent over the pearly kitchen counterGlistening with the perspiration of desireCareful not to be penetrated by knives... More About: Nick , Watching , Sall , Alla
Footprints by Rick Swank
2006-11-21 02:51:00 One night I dreamedvivid as lifeand there were footprints.Sand and waves, sounds in the distance.And something in the... More About: Rick , Swank , Prints , Foot , Footprints
Akwaaba by Nikki Thierwechter
2006-11-16 14:14:00 Akwaaba: a Ghanaian word meaning “welcome” Kwame Nkrumah: Leader of Ghanaian Independence Movement akwaaba, akwaaba, akwaaba,welcome to accrakwame... More About: Nikki
Angles by Michael Troxell
2006-11-15 09:52:00 a slipshod sculpture of poorly-welded and rusty metalin a case by the doornot on displaybut ogled nonethelessby bespectacled connoisseurs... More About: Michael , Angle
Stay by Danny Jarrett
2006-11-14 23:18:00 She had stripped to the waist, and was giving me a puzzled look. She didn't understand that i was content to watch, and was too tired for much else.... More About: Danny , Stay , Jarrett
Late, Late at Night by Dan Frankenfield
2006-11-14 19:39:00 It was nearing midnight when Pete, a local, called. I was brushing my teeth and spit it out. I shouldn’t have answered, but I did. He... More About: Night , Late , Franken
Last Call with a Shot of Khaki Dockers by Erin Schoppy
2006-11-14 18:37:00 The rain is soaking the bottom of your khaki pants to a dark mud color. I huddle closer to you, closer to the umbrella haven that offers your chest... More About: Shot , Call , Dockers , Erin
The Wind Seeps In Through Dusty Windows by Erin Schoppy
More articles from this author:2006-11-14 17:46:00 We had woken up buried one morning. Wedged in between the satin lining of all those rhythms and rhymes you never made a dent in with all your goddamned... More About: Windows , Wind , Erin 1, 2 |
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