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Rising Time (Best of Hubris)
“So they all went to get their digging spoons, and set to work, the eldest with his sterling silver baby spoon from very long ago; the middle child with her sea-shell-shaped sugar…
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Poem Beginning with a Line by Milosz
“When I was in Timişoara, Romania, I discovered these beautiful, tall churches made of mud and straw with exaggeratedly steep roofs. The churches, however, were so small inside they were almost of no…
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How Wondrous Strange
“. . . and you sitting behind the wheel/turned to me and said:/‘It’s like slicing butter in heaven.’”—Malena Mörling Speculative Friction By Claire Bateman GREENVILLE South Carolina—(Weekly Hubris)—June 2017—“How Wondrous Strange It Was…
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Inside The Fire
“You see with the sight of burning eyes./The faces inside the faces./They are the children of fire with classic features,/no matter who they are, no matter how deformed.”—By Chard deNiord Speculative Friction By…
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When I Was Your Age (Best of “Hubris”)
Speculative Friction By Claire Bateman “. . . there used to be something between units of information that was not itself information this substance was so exquisite so fine-spun that we were altogether…
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Rising Time (A Prose-Poem from Our Archives)
“So they all went to get their digging spoons, and set to work, the eldest with his sterling silver baby spoon from very long ago; the middle child with her sea-shell-shaped sugar spoon;…
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To Die as a Reader Is to Abandon Many Worlds
“. . . after all, you’ll have three works of fiction going, a collection of essays, a folio of poems, a fat graphic novel, a theological tome . . .”—Claire Bateman Speculative Friction…
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US Air Haiku
“Implied, understood:/‘Articles may have shifted’/means mental matter.”—By Claire Bateman By Claire Bateman GREENVILLE South Carolina—(Weekly Hubris)—9/15/2014— 1. If you intend to waste this entire flight dozing, cede your window seat.…
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The Retract App
“Its arrival, all agree, was way past due/after the myriads of dramas/traumas—/the faux pas amidst the memoranda.”—By Claire Bateman Speculative Friction By Claire Bateman GREENVILLE South Carolina—(Weekly Hubris)—8/11/2014— The Retract App “First thought,…
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Hunger, or How the Fish Got His Gills
“Before you were born./Before your mother was born./Before your uncles were born./When fish could slither on the land./Three young men wanted me for a wife./Three young men, and one old fish, a grouper…