Stephen Evans

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Stephen is a playwright and author of The Marriage of True Minds and A Transcendental Journey.

I'm Writing a Limerick about William Faulkner

What rhymes with Yoknapatawpha?

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Rosy Cole
You've flummoxed Google, Steve, which I know is your very particular skill. However, here goes: Last evening in Yoknapatawpha, th... Read More
Friday, 01 September 2017 15:39
Stephen Evans
That's better than anything I thought of!
Friday, 01 September 2017 16:48
Ken Hartke
Mashugana?
Saturday, 02 September 2017 16:27
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Lands Away

                    There is no Frigate like a Book

                    To take us Lands away,

                    Nor any Coursers like a Page

                    Of prancing Poetry – 

                    This Traverse may the poorest take

                    Without oppress of Toll – 

                    How frugal is the Chariot

                    That bears a Human soul.

                                                Emily Dickinson

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Rosy Cole
Sadly, my ship too often sails without me! In the words of a poem my Dad taught me: TIME, you old gipsy man, Will you not s... Read More
Tuesday, 29 August 2017 17:09
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Thunderstorms

The motion is what moves us,

Infidelity to earth,

The joy of thunderstorms,

Cleansing pain and discontent

With gleeful disregard

And reckless veneration

of what passes.

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On the Importance of Toasters

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Paula and Iris are drinking ‘coffee’ in the office kitchen.

“We’re giving them a toaster”, Paula says.

Iris spins away, spilling her vanilla mint cappuccino.

“What?” Paula asks.

Iris turns back, tears in her eyes, unable to speak.

“What is it?” Paula asks.

Iris breathes deeply, shakes her head, then breathes deeply again.

“I'm sorry. It's just that. I’ve often thought that. If Stan and I had had the right toaster, our marriage might have been saved.”

Paula moves closer.

“What makes you think that?”

Iris wipes her eyes.

“Stan used to get up in the middle of the night and make toast. The toaster we had would leave crumbs on the counter and he would never clean them up. So every morning for seven years, I would get up and clean up the crumbs on the counter. And every morning I would complain about the crumbs, and we’d start to fight and finally he left.”

Paula sighs.

“Did he take the toaster?”

Iris shakes her head.

“I gave it away. Too many memories.”

Paula sits back. She entwines her middle finger around a cheese doodle. Tiny doodle grains fall to her palm, forming images on her hand, pictographs in an incomprehensible junk food idiom. Possibly a ring. Or a circus. Or an octopus. She gazes at the inscrutable figures, wondering at their meaning. Doodle grains. Toast crumbs. There is a significance, a serendipitous collusion of metaphor, that she can’t quite grasp. She knows a marriage depends on it. But whose?

“We gave you that toaster, didn’t we?” she says finally.

Iris rallies, and comforts Paula.

“I don’t blame you,” Iris says. “If it hadn’t been the toaster, it would have been some other appliance.”

Paula and Iris hug. The other employees in the kitchen leave silently and quickly.

“I'm so sorry,” Paula says. “We didn't know.”

Iris sighs.

“Neither did we,” she says. “Neither did we.”

 

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Rosy Cole
Who knew toasters were such hazardous items? You'd think they'd come with a warning label. One can't help feeling some sympathy fo... Read More
Wednesday, 09 August 2017 23:35
Stephen Evans
So problematic and yet so necessary to civilized life. Probably right about Stan.
Thursday, 10 August 2017 00:09
Rosy Cole
Yes, but what about all the hopeful couples going to the altar in total ignorance of the way fate can clobber you in that tragic f... Read More
Thursday, 10 August 2017 23:22
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