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Unchained Heart

Unchained Heart

  Spinozablue’s August edition features a new film by Shabnam Piryaei, art by Mark Zlomislic, fiction by E.K. Smith, and poetry by Valentina Cano and Howie Good.   *     *     *     *     *    The story of Cuchulain has me thinking about panthers. Black panthers. Not because they appear in the myths. As far as I remember, none do. Nor do we see lions, leopards or tigers. Panthers are relatively small and powerful, sleek, taut and coiled, and they explode…

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Valentina Cano: The Jagged Edge

Valentina Cano: The Jagged Edge

Sharp Objects   I’d barely seen him, his body angled like a knife around the hallway, his profile pushing the night back like a flashlight. My voice crystallized and cracked into shards, so when he spoke, I had nothing to say. Sometimes, even now, I still feel like I’m picking up glittering pieces.     —Valentina Cano   Copyright© 2012, by Valentina Cano. All Rights Reserved.   Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time…

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May Day Additions & Another Riff on Sameness/Difference

May Day Additions & Another Riff on Sameness/Difference

Spinozablue has new poetry, fiction and photography on tap for May. Valentina Cano, Emily Ramser, Christina Murphy and Ben Nardolilli grace this site with their poetry; Penelope Mermall with her fiction, and Eleanor Bennett with photography. Emily and Eleanor have something in common. They are both in their teens. Their work, however, along with those already mentioned on this fine May Day, combines future promise and present achievement. *     *     *     *     * So, I’m reading The Three Pillars of…

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Valentina Cano: In Amber

Valentina Cano: In Amber

  Lockdown   I turned to stone that Saturday morning. It wasn’t slow. There were no gasps as my fingers dried like corn husks, or as my hair locked in place, never to feel the breeze again. There was no time for that. In one second, I was staring out of eyes sewn to our walls. There was no blinking. I was alone, staring out into a room I could no longer shut out.     In Amber   Softly,…

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