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Mallory Smart in The Currentivist

Feb 9, 2016

turn the ugly into something beautiful

In October 2015, Bottlecap Press released Part One of “I’m AntiSocial Coffee Never Lies”…

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Alexander Nimos in The Currentivist

Oct 11, 2015

It was orgies of pleasures meshed into fragments of time dilating pupils in sync with the expansion of the universe. It was all the erratic frantic action of life compiled in one still infinite instant. We lost ourselves in the same moment we found ourselves and in the end could never lose ourselves again.~ Alexander Nimos

Gutbloom in The Currentivist

I enjoy the messiness of Medium. I like the fact that the writing here is sometimes uneven, error prone, and half-baked. I block real world publications that are cross posting here. It’s not that I bear them any ill will, but none of that is exciting to me.

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Devon Price in The Currentivist

Nov 16, 2015

Ohio Portrait no. 182

The Christmas after he died, she left a can of Pepsi on the stone.

bibles in The Currentivist

Dec 4, 2015

The sky is a sweet crisp blue. The dog a good boy who hasn’t bothered me too much this morning. The day just beginning as far as work is concerned. I’d rather not get up and go to the ol’ 11:30 to 5:30, but a currentivist must always be ready on the move, up and Adam, prepared to take his little show with him or her’s, cause the last thing a…

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Devon Price in The Currentivist

Dec 4, 2015

Spambot Love pt. 2

Valerie cracked her knuckles and threw the coat back. Lying in a heap was a vivisected, modified Roomba vacuum cleaner with a…

Don Winiecki in The Currentivist

Oct 26, 2015

You can always write

erikblagsvedt in The Currentivist

Oct 4, 2015

I am reposting this due to receiving an exquisite response poem from one of my favorite writers, Bob BrueckL.

COBRA CUSS!

Energy human rubbing tiles together in thunder stung old nests of infinite tammy bins. Blankets of candy have arms of joy and simple ming tongue. And the land yelled trees at us…